Tag: architecture

The important thing was to have a plan.
Things were beginning to happen.
There was nothing left there now.
I am an axe. Hit things with me.
At this lofty altitude the wind is altogether more fierce.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
Where do you think we are going?
This village isn’t right.
Sometimes, very rarely, good things come out of bad things.
After men crawled out of the sea they learned to worship the sun.
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.