Tag: vegetation

Perhaps that was one way of fighting back.
But she really didn’t know what it was.
It was like having the earth suddenly open up.
Those who go looking are on a fool’s errand.
There is a muscular tightness in his back and neck.
He is no stranger to self-pity.
Run and get a policeman, I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t get away.
I don’t care about all that now.
It just didn’t add up.
He knew how the world worked.
The next thing that happened was that he forgot the last thing that happened.
How could he wake from a waking dream?
There was no one there.
He had always had a strong connection with nature.
An empty threat is always a sign of weakness.
Are you threatening me?
What keeps them awake at night?
He strode forward, as if trampling his doubts underfoot.
We’re going to make this thing happen.
I’m ready either way.
We will have dreams but will they come true?
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
In the small space they occupy their own time is real.
The constant anxiety of being human.
It looked like a house in a story.
Unpathed waters. Undreamed shores.
They talked about life as flow. About nothingness. About illusion.
He’s run away and he’s on his own. That’s why he lives in the airport.
What is memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?
They could sit in silence.
Don’t you trouble your head about it.
You don’t find anything wrong with that?
I guess I can see your side of it.
Looks like spring might be thinking of coming!
Get it done. Whatever it is.
There’s nodding and murmuring around the room.
We haven’t really talked!
Would they be cursing, pleading, bemoaning their fate?
The planets are converging.
In this company, we back each other up.
He’ll have a choice.
Is he a bad influence? They infer that he is.
Nothing to see here, folks, move along.
What clever thing have you done?
He didn’t see clearly where he was going, but he had to trust that he was going somewhere.
Shapes in clouds, faces in the leaves. They made him feel less lonely.
And what will we find here? Favorite vegetables?
There is no hierarchy here. There never is in art. There is just expression.
And the day isn’t over yet.
What are you all doing still standing here? Why aren’t you in your lines?