Do you think you have any control over your life?
It’s philosophy at your fingertips.
Unpathed waters. Undreamed shores.
That’s a pretty truck you got there.
The air was fresh and starting to warm.
Why didn’t I think of that?
The missingness of the missing.
So many stories of lost and found.
But you can’t reverse time, can you?
What would it be like if we didn’t have a body?
They talked about life as flow. About nothingness. About illusion.
For a while they walked in silence.
I know it’s about what’s missing.
A chance to get lost and to find yourself again.
He felt the wind blowing through him.
Who wants to sit down when you can dance?
Take my advice: don’t think about anything you don’t have to think about.
He’s run away and he’s on his own. That’s why he lives in the airport.
The story has to start somewhere.
The important things happen by chance. Only the rest gets planned.
Gone Fishin’
What is memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?
Then there’s the river. Wide as the future used to be.
I don’t worry about any of that.
I saw the strangest sight tonight.
She should find something new. Start fresh.
They could sit in silence.
She knew what he was trying to say.
Don’t make such a big deal of it.
Who else has even given me a thought?
All at once they were interested in what she had to say.
She had status. She mattered.
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