Hard-boiled Wonderland & the End of the World

Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes, if you know what I mean.

Almost meditative in their stillness

Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes, if you know what I mean.

Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known. The only things I noticed were silver bracelets on women’s wrists and popsicle sticks in potted rubber plants. There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

“There is no beyond,” she says. “Did you not know? We are at the End of the World. We are here forever.”

Expect nothing, get nothing.

Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek.

What is given has nothing to do with what we seek

He had sorted screws of different sizes into clean white trays. They looked so happy.

Very likely, I will regret leaving this Town for the rest of my life. Yet I cannot stay