jonathan_safran_foer – blackandwhiteandcolours

You are innocent.

Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?

Do we understand each other?

Learn to love the numbness.

There are versions of happiness.

He shook his head and let go.

It happened so quickly, and took forever.

Because recklessness is the only fist to throw at nothingness.

Because one is young only once in a life lived only once.

They were awake, but it was a dream.

They avoided fights but sought arguments.

So what do you think they should do?

So how does it feel over there?

Things are going well.

That’s also what everyone else says.

You make your own luck. That’s what I say.

I don’t believe in luck.

What are we to believe?

That simply cannot be right.

Maybe the absence allowed for a mythology.

Remember what that was like?

I regret that we didn’t keep in better touch.

Is that happiness? It’s a version.

I would be psyched to have one as a pet.

What’s a typewriter?

Well, now I’ll have an answer.