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Her thoughts kept twisting and turning.
He was up to something that was bad.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
She was stuck here on this street.
The sounds were confusing.
And she thought time had a way of transforming things.
They had been silent ever since they sat down.
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.
It took her a long time to reach the top floor.
From somewhere downstairs there came the sound of laughter, the clink of glasses.
He listened to the sound of her key turning in the lock.
What would the street do to her?
It was always colder on this street than anywhere else, she thought irritably.
He was going to the top floor.
Just walk right in the door. It’s always open.
The street is nice in this light, she thought.
It was a world of strange values.
She never quite got over that first glimpse of the outside of the house.
Does one simply see what one is fit to see?
I know of a cave nearby where we could rest for the night.
His sense of time was as warped as everything else.
He couldn’t have said how long he stayed there.
He didn’t want to be taken away.
He must find a way out before it was too late.
No more big ideas, please.
That’s all a sunset was: an exultation of dirt and dust.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Do you think I don’t know about that?
Don’t worry, old man, we’ll find a way.
Nothing was right; nothing could cure her restlessness.
Do we have a reliable driver?
Where would we like to go?
Time is reversible.
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
Not the past, not the future, this now.
In the small space they occupy their own time is real.
Life can’t unhappen.
These nothings are nothing.
That’s what happens as you get older; everything is a long time ago.
Gone Fishin’ Part Two
Walking like a statue through a statue garden.
There’s no one out on the streets except us.
It looked like a house in a story.
You can opt out of the system. You can live in your own way.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter that it’s night or day or now or then.
The air was fresh and starting to warm.
Why didn’t I think of that?
But you can’t reverse time, can you?