vignettes of the unseen, i

    Look at the woman with the baby in the pink polka dots, he pointed. "Do you think love is just a game for her like it can only be between people like us?" Ash flicked from his fingers onto the icy mall tiles. "Maybe it's not within her power to leave," I shrugged, "or perhaps she is simply a child of the complacent class, an addict of ignorance". I sounded unconvincing even to myself but he nodded slowly and seared the air with another wisp of silence. We'd been wandering the maze of our conversation for a long time now, with little else to sustain us but forward momentum, and nothing to eat but words.

26 July 2002   17:23 hours
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