Tag: xan_brooks

Nobody else is around.
A whole world of foreignness upon the horizon.
So please come out when it’s summer and we will live by the sea.
Time flies like an arrow and accelerates as we age.
She believes she may close her eyes and take a deep breath.
People carry the storms of the things they once did.
I suppose you’re probably hungry as well.
The most outlandish of all are the spiritualists.
It’s only you and me now.
Wind plays in the trees’ bony upper boughs.
The sea, the sea!
At this lofty altitude the wind is altogether more fierce.
She has always imagined herself being weightless.
It’s just us and the sky.
Look over there. What an incredible thing.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
One thing about civilisation, it keeps people warm.
It’s certainly peaceful.
Didn’t you tell me you wanted to visit the sea?
But where are you sending me now?
Where do you think we are going?
This village isn’t right.
The passage of time is funny; it can run so fast or so slow.
This journey has been endless.
It’s just a thing people say.
Sometimes, very rarely, good things come out of bad things.
After men crawled out of the sea they learned to worship the sun.
When the trees fall away, the sky is enormous.
The road is empty of traffic, but it has a history of violence.
Is that where we’re going, then?
What are tears if not drops of sea water?
I almost wish we were going to the sea.