…. we will build our way of life here ….and set fire to it like oil without a moment’s notice… make no mental note of the faces you see in the smoke….walking with confidence in stride, no eye must look back as they burn and clamber… no eye must look back with regret but with a smile.- L. N. Conerty, date unknown
whas this his name was this hi
was this his name? it will not be good to wonder to long she thought.
Have you ever stared up at a crying sun? he had never tried to end it before, the letters were to neat and tidy.
A photocopy, he was new to this.
The sun burns 24 hours and more. Doesn’t it get tired carrying the moon, best not to wonder about that either she thought, as she prepared to roll down the hill.
whas this his name was this
The paper was crunched, tattered and inked but in her hands.
Keep rolling he thought keep rolling…enjoy the sun
photo: face adaptation, 2014, super sculpty