Tag: France

Maybe he should invite a tourist over for dinner
You couldn’t just stare into the darkness with binoculars
Nobody has to do anything. Life goes on
Sometimes in the evening he walked barefoot
It doesn’t look right there
There were too many memories
He still dreams of the river
They’ll wonder who you are
I’m frightened of dying
I feel lonely
They sit quietly for a long time
Maybe there isn’t a right word
This is the most frightening dream of all
He wakes in the middle of the night gasping for air
Anyone would have done the same thing
I’m a stone, I’m a stone, I’m a stone
He sits and listens
He sits very still
I’m afraid of being alone
Walls gossip all the time
You’re all right now
He has never felt so old
So many lost things
An ant walks over his finger
One last effort
This is a stupid thing to do
He does not remember doing this
For a few seconds he wondered if he really saw it
Everything is suddenly back to normal
Time really does slow down
The world is shifting too fast
Today, for example
Standing there and watching
It makes her dizzy
You don’t ever have to worry about me
Paris, November 2013
Did that make sense?
She just lies there with her eyes closed
It makes her feel strange
Do you think you could maybe explain that to me?
So, I’ll see you around?
This is me
So what are your plans for today?
This kind of controlled solitude was unsustainable
I told you, I feel fine
He wasn’t so sure it mattered
Was it true?
I’ll call some doctors in the morning
I don’t know what’s happening
I’m scared