“She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for more of it, though she hadn't understood why. Now she held inside her a cacophony of times and lately it drowned out the world. The apple tree was still nice to lie near. They peony, for its scent, also fine. When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It could be hard to choose the time outside over the time within.” WorldWayStillsHardRunningYoungLyingBoysPathNiceTreeFineUnderstoodHungerWoodsBreatheApplesScentInsatiableApple TreesCacophonyWhy NowPeoniesInsatiable Hunger Author:David Wroblewski
“No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That is, and has always been, beyond the realm of science. You do have the attitude of the dreamer about you. For that reason, I haven't the heart to argue anymore about this - it is a hopeless talk. And for a simple factory man like me, an effort must be abandoned once its hopelessness is exposed. Only the artist perseveres in such circumstances. (193)” IfsMenHeartPersonsReasonArtistGivenSimpleEffortAttitudeHavensProduceFineCircumstancesPaintArguingLike MeRealmsHopelessExposedDreamerAbandonedFactoriesCanvasBrushesHopelessnessPersevereSomething Better Author:David Wroblewski
