Archives for 2015

Dim light was put out of its misery by the electric rays of an altogether warmer world.

Sending a telegram used to be a mark of a significant event.

Now we can see firework displays and eat potatoes roasted on an open mesquite-logged fire.

Down to the last blade of grass, we will sign the letters of greeting.

I don’t get it. It does not matter today.

Shall we sing now? Dance? Act? Operate?

Oh to be an architect now that spring is here.

Time to sue and time to negotiate, before the summer comes and we go fishing at the lake.

We can agree on things!

Trimmed with gold-colored polyester and plastic beads, they wore these robes as a sign of nobility.

The townspeople walked about in gold and diamonds, sometimes the practical ones wore titanium trimmed with platinum.

But everybody aspired to own plastic, cardboard and synthetic fibres.

Long live the king.

Darting in and out of the traffic, we made good time.

Yes, we were being careful.

No, we are not in a chase, nor are we rally drivers.

We want to make good time, because time is good.

Joe was meek and quiet, or so it seemed.

Maniah and Fassoud were the talkers, the dancers the doers and dreamers, or so they seemed. So much – yes!

All three met frequently and would never wish it otherwise.

Until they met Gabella.

Now there are four!