...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And

The Hours Here Are Flat And Round, Disks Of Gray Layered One On Top Of The Other...they Move Slowly, At A Grind, Until It Seems As Though They Are Not Moving At All. They Are Just Pressing Down.

That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care. A World Without Love Is Also A World Without Stakes.

The Question Was: Will You Meet Me Tomorrow? And The Word Was: Yes.

This Is The World We Live In, A World Of Safety And Happiness And Order, A World Without Love. A World Where Children Crack Their Heads On Stone Fireplaces And Nearly Gnaw Off Their Tongues And The Parents Are Concerned. Not Heartbroken, Frantic, Desperate. Concerned, As They Are When You Fail Mathematics, As They Are When They Are Late To Pay Their Taxes.

You Should Only Fall In Love With People Who Will Fall In Love With You Back.