I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain.
Somebody should have taken him to a stationary store and pointed out the difference between an envelope and a whore.
We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.