Tag: streetart

Words that have shapes and sounds.
It happened intermittently.
There was not much left.
Bad. No life could possibly exist.
This is serious.
That’s how we’ve gotten along.
That makes perfect sense.
This is unexpected.
We maintain that the world is an illusion.
Better not to know.
You understand this could have been much worse.
It wasn’t much more complicated than that.
Promises have been made.
The tiny stretch of daylight that will become summer.
And you just can’t do it like that.
It has plenty of words.
It is best if you approach her gently.
They swore to keep in better touch, but didn’t.
There are a few other people like me out there.
Perhaps there was hope still.
They thought I was the nanny.
Dots and squiggly lines, he said.
Like everything is for sale.
Besides, an outlaw is guilty by definition.
Look, who are you, anyway?
You are free to think as you choose.
No one’s around.
I can personally assure you that everything’s just fine.
Sometimes life just happens.
Humanity was making its way toward us.
I felt that I understood something.
Because what do you lose from trying?
She might not tell him anything.
She waited to see what words he chose to use.
He was deliberately not thinking something.
He had been a boy of his time and place.
I never really go anywhere.
What’s the other half of things?
A universe upside down.
His compass is attuned only to absence, to abandonment.
He is not sure which direction to take.
What the hell does that mean?
Ours is a story of constant discomfort.
That is why I am here.
And, for a time, they were happy.
He has dreaded this moment.
I have something to show you.
I gave him a hard look, and he looked back.
OK. OK. I was wrong. The whole time. About everything.
Who was happy right now?