Tag: streetart

I don’t think you sleep a lot.
All you do is work and sleep.
No one is ever going to believe this.
You know, that rings a bell.
We’ve spoken about this before.
It actually made sense.
And what would we get in return?
He seemed entirely at peace.
We were the weak and they were the strong.
Simply that and nothing more.
A sudden realization came upon him that life was real and life was earnest.
Her silence had puzzled him.
I think that squeaking bird of yours is about the beastliest thing I ever met.
Whatever does it all mean?
What on earth can I do?
Think what you like about me.
Look, there’s no question.
I don’t think you understand.
Why did you say those things?
He could already tell how little they had in common.
I’m going to remember that.
A sweet smell like that of rotten bananas.
I started reading it and could not stop.
I see we have a few new faces.
So let me explain the rules.
And it felt right and true.
I probably shouldn’t have told you that.
There’s nothing the matter.
Everything’s fine.
Maybe he just has nothing to say.
Nobody said anything.
I thought maybe it was him.
Was that too much?
Everything is far from here.
Flyers taped to the painted cinder-block walls.
Terrible, in fact.
She smiled nervously and made no reply.
Tell me what you think it means.
Much of this makes us happy.
Everybody wins.
Through the years to come, she’d remember these days of calm.
Or maybe there was nothing.
It’s not magic or anything.
It looked somewhat quaint there.
Of course I need to be somewhere.
That’s all I can say about it.
What are we to make of it?
I’d like to feel that there is meaning in this.
So weirdly beautiful.
Who knows.