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He must find a way out before it was too late.
No more big ideas, please.
That’s all a sunset was: an exultation of dirt and dust.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Do you think I don’t know about that?
Don’t worry, old man, we’ll find a way.
Nothing was right; nothing could cure her restlessness.
Do we have a reliable driver?
Where would we like to go?
Time is reversible.
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
Not the past, not the future, this now.
In the small space they occupy their own time is real.
Life can’t unhappen.
These nothings are nothing.
That’s what happens as you get older; everything is a long time ago.
Gone Fishin’ Part Two
Walking like a statue through a statue garden.
There’s no one out on the streets except us.
It looked like a house in a story.
You can opt out of the system. You can live in your own way.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter that it’s night or day or now or then.
The air was fresh and starting to warm.
Why didn’t I think of that?
But you can’t reverse time, can you?
What would it be like if we didn’t have a body?
A chance to get lost and to find yourself again.
Take my advice: don’t think about anything you don’t have to think about.
The important things happen by chance. Only the rest gets planned.
Then there’s the river. Wide as the future used to be.
I don’t worry about any of that.
But I very much doubt that that could be what you’re allergic to.
I base the observation purely on empirical evidence.
Isn’t it nice of you to say so?
It’s time I joined the modern world.
The etiquette in this place was so mysterious!
Leave the door open when you go, please.
She straightened up and listened.
But everything is ephemeral, he reminds himself.
I’m not sure I’m entirely convinced.
I think we should look on the bright side. Until we know for sure.
Dark in here too, wherever here is.
Don’t be worried if there’s some strange noises, it’s part of the play.
The palm trees are already on location, correct?
Normal life.
His spirits plunge, then soar, then plunge again.
Chants have been chanted, feet have been stomped.
Are you still all right with this?
The enchantments are real. Hold on to that.
We’ll talk about that later.