Tag: tom_cox

The stones will talk, I think, if you give them long enough.

There is not a lot else to tell.

The walls have always felt like crumbling cake here.

A cow, as it gazes on you, steady and vacant, takes in more about the core of who you are than most folks imagine.

But that was another world; we didn’t live there.

But so dark. Darker than any place I’ve lived.

Deep dark. Deeper than black, but not black.

Every path became a whisper and then a lie.

There had not been a better time to be a tick for a considerable period.

Tomorrow, he would look different again. He was not a photograph.

A person could become that place, he suspected.

Something on loan from the earth.

It’s a heavy day, and it hangs all over me.