Tag: streetart

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?
Those were the days!
Do you remember me?
Everything had to be perfect.
You had to accept people the way they were.
After that it got blurry.
It was a form of joyous overflow.
You know that for a certainty?
Then everything became terrifically clear.
For a moment he was confused.
So he built the time machine.
He had grown bored and lonely.
I do not question it.
He took out a sheet of white paper and a pen.
She visits others
It doesn’t look right there
They’ll wonder who you are
They sit quietly for a long time
This is the most frightening dream of all
He wakes in the middle of the night gasping for air
Anyone would have done the same thing
He sits very still
Walls gossip all the time
Paris, November 2013
Do you think you could maybe explain that to me?
This is me
So what are your plans for today?
This kind of controlled solitude was unsustainable
I told you, I feel fine
He wasn’t so sure it mattered
I’ll call some doctors in the morning
You couldn’t talk about it
We’ll be asking ourselves that for a long time
I sometimes wonder
He had had many conversations during his long life
It’ll be a long day for you
Builders, dreamers, and people of imagination enjoyed such places; others saw nothing