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The road is empty of traffic, but it has a history of violence.
The whole thing is too ridiculous.
Look at me now, I’ve reached the mountain, my friends.
The hour has come for a little action instead.
So you’re saying we’ve got the ground all covered?
Back there is the past. Up ahead’s the future.
Who on earth knows the time?
When the light hits it differently, even familiar places turn strange.
So there you go, that’s what it was for.
At about this time of night, the village ducks go insane.
There we are. Simple as that.
We all fall into darkness.
I do hope it’s amusing.
What happens in the end?
And before that, of course, he was nothing at all.
She needs a moment to knock her thoughts into shape.
Still, it is hard not to wonder what he might look like.
But the world will ask us questions.
I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.
It is a time of beginnings for those who can make them.
The whole house is haunted. It will not let her go.
It moves at speed, with a rattle and rumble.
This is the landscape from a future that has already been and gone.
What a nice thing to happen.
What were you planning to do this morning?
There is an indefinable feeling, now, that the game is over.
There was no logic to it, though.
I hear that hollow silence of abandonment.
People don’t travel so much these days.
None of this is normal, of course.
Inside, everything is quiet.
The winner always writes the history.
I thought about that for a moment.
Prophets have a short shelf-life.
I was a nobody, a little ant scraping away at the soil.
And right there and then I lost the faith, and I never got it back.
I didn’t want to stop anyway.
I’m not going to give up.
How can this be trouble?
If we’re going out, we’re going out in style.
Why do you think it matters?
Much easier to forget.
He looks … thoughtful. Distracted, sometimes.
It feels like coming home.
It seemed to go on forever.
We’ll have to walk from here, I’m afraid.
Everything was very still, very quiet.
I’m not going to hurt you.
We just don’t know what we’re doing it for any more.
We been doing it so long, we don’t know any better.

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