When the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be their yet.
I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.
What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.