It was an ugly house
It would be difficult, but not impossible
They had nothing to lose
Isn’t this just like us?
Has not been exciting life. Has been much drudgery
Still, there are things we want but cannot have
Am so tired of work
Wouldn’t you love to live here?
It was just something that had happened
Because what do we know of other times really?
He looked kind of familiar
Anywhere else, it would not have gone over very well
Riddled by shotgun blasts and the occasional hunting round
You can find the way out from here
What could account for so much going wrong all at once?
Do I look like the kind of person who charters business jets?
Seeing the color red
They have been waiting
But there are still certain mysteries that require explanation
Do you know his real name?
Hold still
The man had things he very much wanted to say
This was just a temporary reprieve
The light began to fluctuate, shuttering on and off
There are, of course, many questions
So much for conversation
There didn’t seem to be anyone around
This was not something that one saw every day
What the hell are you doing?
His face was intelligent and not unattractive
Something really bad was happening
This is a collaboration
They are called stairs
Everyone ignores these guys
Some kind of conference maybe?
Older than me, but not old
It came to me that I was trespassing
My feelings were complicated
It was a feeling that couldn’t last
Each day of sun might be the last
Every object had a story connected to it
Yes, we are expecting your call
Nothing changes, apparently, about love
I watch the streets
I did preen in a modest way, almost without meaning to
I knew I should have said goodbye at least
Do you think I’m rude?
Some people are lucky
They didn’t have the least interest in me
It was like being punished at school
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