words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.