A separation resolved in absentia. There are no lines on the face of time.
What I need to do is to take some time off from meat. I have to stop filling my plate with huge piles of the stuff; I don’t want it.
Insularity used to be such a normal thing: we were all separated from everyone else all of the time, and that was the way things were. Now it seems so odd – at least to me.
An oppressive tension filled the corridors of the psyche. No one would be safe from the icy hand of self-doubt.
The tide came up a few hours ago, and so we are pleasantly stuck on this rocky outcrop. And we couldn’t be any happier.
The whole United Kingdom is far too warm, and boy we are complaining about it. It’s not like we don’t like hot weather, it’s just that we don’t want to live in it.
Parity is a form of betrayal when unsuccessfully applied. There are legions of usurpers ready for your seat.