The Thing About Love Is That We

How Inevitable It Is; We Step Into An Ordinary Moment And Never Come Out Again.

He Didn't Like It All That Much When He First Came - All The Rubbish And The Rush - But It Was Growing On Him, It Wasn't Half Bad. Coming To The City Was Like Entering A Tunnel, He Said, And Finding To Your Surprise That The Light At The End Didn't Matter; Sometimes In Fact The Tunnel Made The Light Tolerable.

Good Days, They Come Around The Oddest Corners.

One Small Cloud, Cast Out By The Herd, Limps Away To The West.

He Said To Me Once That Most Of The Time People Use The Word Love As Just Another Way To Show Off They're Hungry. The Way He Said It Went Something Like: Glorify Their Appetites.