Tag: France

The path of sorrow upon sorrow.
I do not know my people.
Thinking will not change the direction of the wind.
Be silent. Let me think
I have not finished looking.
Are you sure you’ve brought us to the right place?
The air is beginning to turn.
Signed. Notarized. Everything in order.
I think this just about sums it up.
No one spoke.
One would never have known that.
Gone fishin’
What do you dream of?
He said to her, I will provide you with a good life.
If we’re being honest, the dragon looked sickly.
Was there a life for him out there in the world?
He totally had friends.
Why don’t you start again?
So how do I do this?
The man could see that his therapist was not amused.
Gone fishin’
Find, lose, demand, obsess, move head slightly closer.
To be alive is just this pouring in and out.
Some questions don’t warrant a question mark.
Conversation is precarious.
Stones don’t care if you tell their story nicely.
That first entry. Crossing the border of consciousness into, into what?
You have to keep finding it, keep having it find you.
She visits others
Wasn’t that always the truth about things?
Why had he let her control him like that?
The wind howled like a cartoon ghost in a haunted house
It would be his life’s one adventure
Can you imagine?
Will we have to evacuate?
He hadn’t slept at all
If you make eye contact, it’s like an invitation
He had nothing to say
Another time.
That was the cruel blink of fate’s eye.
There you go. Sweet dreams.
They’d dance around him
Were they completely in their own world?
He felt he might sit there until he turned to stone or drew his last breath
Had he been really happy there?
Oh, I like this neighborhood already!
I was just going to take a look around
This was bad timing
When he saw where he was, he couldn’t remember how he’d got there
Maybe he should invite a tourist over for dinner