dave_hutchinson – blackandwhiteandcolours

He went where he wanted to go.

There’s always a simple explanation for these things.

Will your people be angry with you?

I guess you can go whenever you want.

What were you planning to do this morning?

They think they know, but they don’t.

I sit there for a long long time.

There is an indefinable feeling, now, that the game is over.

Then I sit on a rock and try to think.

Why didn’t you say anything?

I didn’t have to worry.

It takes a long time.

There was no logic to it, though.

We talked for a long time.

I’ve always found this kind of thing hilarious.

You have no idea where you are.

I know where I am.

I want to show you where you are.

Most of the time, we were going off in the wrong direction.

He was already talking about moving on.

I hear that hollow silence of abandonment.

We walk the hills above the village all afternoon.

Lots of things have changed.

It might be all right by you.

He said he wanted people to remember this.

I look over my shoulder.

Some people have an odd sense of humour.

We measure the passage of time by the amount of change we see around us.

Nothing much seems to have changed here.

The birds have been singing all day.

How do you think I feel about it?

And how do you feel about that, then?