Tag: transport

The train paused at a red light on its way into the station
The persistence of the old regrets
Gone fishin’
Wherever you go, I said, I’ll follow you
A sleepy, viscous, sensuous emanation
I’m sorry to barge
You have to do something
But nothing happened except that ordinary life came back
He can get everything back in its right place if he’s quick
He can’t seem to get it right
This spying business is a dirty game
The goal is to merge with something larger than yourself
Holding still can sometimes prove more effective than actively searching
A photographer has to be willing to risk it all
Something berserk was bound to happen
… could affect your personal life
He might be free
Moving, moving, all the time moving
Distances exist to be bridged
It was a pretty disastrous mise en scène
I am not saying I can touch my toes
He can’t help looking a little trapped there
The party was ending
Loneliness is a mask
Don’t be scared, this isn’t dangerous for you
Then everything started to rumble
Well, you learn something new every day
I never thought about the important things
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
He thought, that was the best you could hope for life: a kind of pause
You start down that path, where does it end?
He had to move soon or he’d be forced to turn back
If he doesn’t leave right away he will be late for work
Something about the absence of trees makes the light seem perfect
What they did they did with no variation
I tried to see them all in one long glance before they were gone
My first mistake was waiting for a lift
Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay
His wife had just told him she was leaving him
He left a trail of sawdust wherever he went
I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought
I’ve never stayed anywhere else for any length of time
I just want to get out alive and breathing
One day the man wakes up and finds that he does not feel like going to work
But I need two promises. First, that you’ll be home before dark
And on the pedestal these words appear
He didn’t want to know who we were
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same
They don’t give you a manual
He knew none of the street names or city centers