Who the hell are you?
They kept themselves to themselves, in little ghettoes.
These are the days we live in, though.
They speak a language all their own, intelligible only to others of their species.
A fair fight. Fine.
He thinks about that for a long time.
Night begins to fall beneath the trees.
Gone Fishin’
There’s a tree out there. I saw it yesterday.
The World laughed and sang around him, invisible and glorious.
Every step crisp and precise.
What are you going to do?
He stands thinking for a long time.
I want to show you something.
They’re probably all completely insane by now.
Everything is just where it should be, suddenly in focus.
Then everything slows down.
Gone fishin’
I have no idea who he was.
Now everybody knows who you really are.
Some questions were answered quickly.
It’s a shadow life and after a while it gets to you.
It’s a question of what love gives you the right to do.
He looked like he hadn’t slept at all.
Like someone dancing for a rain that will not fall.
I understood it was a signal.
Are you still dancing?
I really need to talk to you.
I don’t know anything about that.
We were on our own.
That’s the universe trying to tell me something.
I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again, I’m sure.
Gotta find a place to put all this stuff!
Got a lot going on.
I was compelled by the process.
I could have stopped there.
Is it OK for me to be sad?
I am happy we are friends.
I longed to get out of there.
I said I was fine.
Gone fishin’
To my own surprise I was in no hurry to leave.
It was beautiful!
That wasn’t what I’d wanted to know.
I believe I have misinterpreted the situation.
One kind of weakness feeding on another.
Anyway it was the only entertainment on offer.
We felt we had our place in time.
I didn’t know, and didn’t want to know.
People like us, we can’t be nostalgic.
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