neal_stephenson – Page 2 – blackandwhiteandcolours

I have never seen anyone dance like this

Feeling those creepy eyes on my neck

But I’m just like you, or I was a year ago

I decide to go undercover

I’m figuring that there’s something about you

Almost like you know someone’s watching

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?

I understand the depth of your feelings