Tag: b/w

I look over my shoulder.
Some people have an odd sense of humour.
We measure the passage of time by the amount of change we see around us.
Nothing much seems to have changed here.
The birds have been singing all day.
How do you think I feel about it?
And how do you feel about that, then?
He doesn’t know what to say, really.
Something nobody had never seen before.
I think that happens a lot.
I can’t remember.
Where were you when it happened?
He has no idea how he feels about this.
They’re talking very quietly.
Can I get you anything to drink while you’re waiting?
People don’t travel so much these days.
He doesn’t see another living person all day.
None of this is normal, of course.
He’s not quite the same as he was when he went away.
Other things are not the way he remembers them.
This is the way he remembers the place.
Inside, everything is quiet.
She does it again, and again, and again.
Plenty of time to go on as before.
Forward planning has never been my strong point.
Everyone believed my story.
I was quite alone.
I have problems of my own.
When we first came here, that’s all there was.
It’ll be a nice change for both of you.
Our whole presence out here is the result of an accident.
We’re scavengers, of course, wandering here and there looking for some useful thing.
I’m afraid that if I don’t stay here you’ll just go to bed.
Been working too hard.
“You look horrible, old sport,” he said.
“Business never sleeps,” he said, falling into step beside me.
Sort of late for you to be up, isn’t it?
I like a man with regular habits.
There’s a very strong chance that we’re about to make history.
Gone Fishin’
They did not, in fact, look much like primates at all.
There’s always somebody digging something up somewhere.
They do say that you never forget your first love.
I thought about that for a moment.
You were right all along, of course. It’s a marvellous thing.
I understand you have something to show me.
He knew where he wanted to go, and nothing was going to get in his way.
I mean, it’s not as if you have anything better to do today, is it, Jim..?
Prophets have a short shelf-life.
I was a nobody, a little ant scraping away at the soil.