What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.
The bins were arranged diagonally and backed by mirrors that people accidentally punched when reaching for fruit in the upper rows.
People tote filmy bags off racks and tried to figure out which end opened.
People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.
The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time.
Cars began to mount the grassy incline at the edge of the road, creating a third lane of severely tilted traffic.
The toxic event had released a spirit of imagination.
The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.
A tension seem to be building around the question of whether he could finish the gravy before the potatoes collapsed.
Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage.
…like a sophomore leading cheers at an orgy.
Heaven was a partly cloudy place.
Like foreigners reduced to simple phrases.
Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.