Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.
Killing time is not an easy job.
His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.
I wondered if she was trying to convey something to me, something she could not put into words - something prior to words that she could not grasp within herself and which therefore had no hope of ever turning into words.
It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.
It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.