Tag: architecture

I needed a different approach.
It was kind of obvious.
Just remember you’re not alone here.
Is it supposed to look like that?
If you have a moment, I was hoping we could talk.
The lights fluctuated again, in what I could tell was a really sarcastic way.
I have evidence indicating that it is inhabited.
Gone Fishin’
Are we safe here?
It shouldn’t have been weird, but it was weird.
We assume it’s deserted, but there’s no way to make sure.
We shouldn’t talk here, maybe. Is there someplace else we could go?
I don’t understand why this is a difficult choice.
I’d never really had long periods of unobserved free time before.
So we had to go somewhere new.
I find that difficult to believe.
Nothing’s bothered us here so far.
I knew how this was going to turn out.
You have waited in these places into the early mornings.
Keep away from that bit of wall, there’s nothing to hold it up.
There’s a security problem here.
Anybody’s guess what’s happening over on the other side.
Were the radiant curtains just about to swing open?
There is no way out. Lie and wait, lie still and be quiet.
A cold sadness was there.
The full morning light had come.
That seems to be a maze out of which we cannot escape.
Something we see and like!
We never can say what is in us.
These are some interesting points we might take up.
What lay behind it or within it?
Many go down into the depths and never come up.
What the beautiful is is another question.
This is one of the useful arts.
So there was nothing for it only to stay the night or to foot it out.
I never will forget that day.
What day of the week was it?
How much is the clock fast now?
How far had he walked? What hour was it?
He halted suddenly and heard his heart in the silence.
Yet eternity had no end.
He began to speak in a quiet tone.
He was in another world: he had awakened from a slumber of centuries.
He returned to his wanderings.
Now, then! There’s a memory for you!
By thinking of things you could understand them.
He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
Et c’était comme quatre coups brefs que je frappais sur la porte du malheur.
Il m’a semblé que le ciel s’ouvrait sur toute son étendue pour laisser pleuvoir du feu.