Sometimes a story ends before it’s over with unanswered questions, unresolved plots, lingering suspense, blanketing the world like snow. Or like smoke from a suspicious fire.
Perhaps the hardest part of life on the lam is that you have to keep moving, often in a direction that seems wrong, dangerous or an agonizing combination of both.
If you have ever lost a friend, you know that it makes your world feel incomplete, like a puzzle with a piece missing, or one half of a broken spyglass.
For Beatrice – No one could extinguish my love, or your house.
For Beatrice – I cherished, you perished, the world’s been nightmarished.
For Beatrice – Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.
Besides getting several paper cuts in the same day or receiving the news that your worst enemy has been awarded free ice cream, one of the most unpleasant experiences in life is a job interview.
All over the world, people tell themselves that doing chores is useful, just as they tell themselves that an apple is as delicious as a cookie or that television is an important cultural art form.