I follow suit, said the lion, vacating his coat of arms and movie logos; and the eagle said, Get me off this flag.
I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals.
Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in th...
I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart. If you'd wanted the narrative line you should have asked earlier, when I still knew everything and was more than willing to tell. That was before I disco...
Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.
Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.
I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all those things for themselves.
