Tag: streetart

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
He obviously ran this place
A long way to carry a dead fish
This had been going on all the time
As I walk, I see strangers but also people I know
Hold my head while you’re filling it with your lies
So you’re just what, gone?
One word and then the next, like rungs on a ladder
I’m gonna do whatever I’m gonna do
A few days later, I died
The landscape of knowledge presents a formidable challenge
Oh yeah, I feel bad sometimes
But it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not
So it was just us two for a long while
He didn’t believe enough in anything