He lifted his head and finally spoke, the words tumbling out of him and pouring into the space between them. "We are part of all this - this swirling mass of atoms called life. We breathe in and we breathe out, we cry, we laugh, we love, we die, it is full of meaning and yet means nothing."
She was silent for a moment, his words still ringing in the smoky room. Well yeah, I suppose you're right, she said, putting her cup down on the floor beside her. "What time are we going shopping".
call it hope, or the autumn of living
1 week ago
4 comments:
Haha! Sounds like a conversation between D.H. Lawrence and his wife, Frieda.
An interesting conversation to say the least.
I am in admiration of your wonderful blog because I know how hard it is to write such interesting, well-crafted vignettes.I am going to read more. Just FAB!
thanks for reading and for the feedback. :)
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