“Small quarrels and tensions were expected because of our new environment. Every relationship has them. Each quarrel was soon forgotten and floated away on a wave. And then sometimes, on our silly days, the arguments returned on the wave, but the wave returned taller, a Tsunami, and neither of us knew where to run or what to do.” SometimesRunningEnvironmentArgumentForgottenWaveExpectedSillyTensionQuarrelsTsunamiNew Environment Author:Craig Stone
“All this business of a labour to accomplish, before I can end, of words to say, a truth to recover, in order to say it, before I can end, of an imposed task, once known, long neglected, finally forgotten, to perform, before I can be done with speaking, done with listening, I invented it all, in the hope it would console me, help me to go on, allow me to think of myself as somewhere on a road, moving, between a beginning and an end, gaining ground, losing ground, getting lost, but somehow in the long run making headway.” ThinkingLongI CanEndsDoneHelpingRunningMovingOrderLostKnownListeningGoes OnLosingTasksForgottenAccomplishHelp MeLabourLong RunsNeglectedConsoleGetting Lost Book:The Unnamable Source: The Unnamable