Sunday, November 18, 2012

“Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.”

“There is no dead matter,” he taught us, “lifelessness is only a disguise.”  His voice sank pressed against the wall, “We have lived for too long. We wish. We wish; we want, we want we want-- We are not,” he said, “long-term beings.  Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary.”

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