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.
It seemed they viewed her differently now.
Don’t you trouble your head about it.
But I very much doubt that that could be what you’re allergic to.
I base the observation purely on empirical evidence.
You don’t find anything wrong with that?
You really might do this for me?
Gone Fishin’
I guess I can see your side of it.
He was so inept-looking, so completely ill-equipped for the world around him.
She knew it was silly of her to take this personally.
Isn’t it nice of you to say so?
It’s time I joined the modern world.
There was a loud clicking sound.
She wasn’t used to being ignored.
The etiquette in this place was so mysterious!
Leave the door open when you go, please.
She has. No. Plan.
I thought you might stay a moment.
Looks like spring might be thinking of coming!
She straightened up and listened.
“To the elements be free,” he says to her. And, finally, she is.
They could do some line-dancing and other things together. It would be fun!
Lie back in a deck chair in the sun? Be restored by the salt air?
But everything is ephemeral, he reminds himself.
You’re coming back, right?
I’m not sure I’m entirely convinced.
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