We Live In Times That Are In

For The First Time, He Heard Something That He Knew To Be Music. He Heard People Singing. Behind Him, Across Vast Distances Of Space And Time, From The Place He Had Left, He Thought He Heard Music Too. But Perhaps, It Was Only An Echo.

Once She Read A Book But Found It Distasteful Because It Contained Adjectives.

The Worst Part Of Holding The Memories Is Not The Pain. It's The Loneliness Of It. Memories Need To Be Shared.

We Gained Control Of Many Things. But We Had To Let Go Of Others.

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?