Tag: b/w

They stood in little groups.
Don’t look at me.
The air was cold and heavy with moisture.
I don’t want to talk.
That is one way to think of it.
Your shadow has arrived.
You tried to be smart, didn’t you?
Nobody said anything.
You are innocent.
Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?
Do we understand each other?
Learn to love the numbness.
There are versions of happiness.
He shook his head and let go.
It happened so quickly, and took forever.
Because recklessness is the only fist to throw at nothingness.
Because one is young only once in a life lived only once.
They were awake, but it was a dream.
They avoided fights but sought arguments.
So how does it feel over there?
Things are going well.
That’s also what everyone else says.
You make your own luck. That’s what I say.
I don’t believe in luck.
What are we to believe?
Gone Fishin’
That simply cannot be right.
Did a needle just enter me?
Remember what that was like?
I regret that we didn’t keep in better touch.
Is that happiness? It’s a version.
I would be psyched to have one as a pet.
What’s a typewriter?
Well, now I’ll have an answer.
Who knows why anything?
Some people are like that.
He did not mind dancing alone.
It was very easy to tell that he was a fairy.
It was he who danced alone.
But she lives by it.
This is of course a metaphor.
She is tall and handsome and sly and courageous.
At fourteen he was brave but reckless.
Aren’t we all friends here?
Even if it’s for only an hour or so.
All humans, no matter what they do, like very much to be liked.
No matter where in the world.
Night, too, has its advantages.
At sunset we are all still together.
“And always a village, never a town.”