For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
Why didn’t you stay?’ she has whispered against the unyielding stone. Why didn’t you stay? She pressed the berry against her lips. Why didn’t I ask you just one more time to stay.
This is the worst of our ways of remembering – this tendency to prod the crust of anecdote in the hope of releasing a gush of piping-hot symbolism.
Character is just an invention, but it’s an invention that serves as both reason and justification for our behaviour. – Broken Verses.