As it put on a spurt towards fucking off the sun fast approached the maritime horizon upon which a mound of cumulungus clouds were stacked. Today’s orb would be obscured prematurely and the temperature, too, plunge with it; he turned around to walk back to base while the orange still shone on the puff of his back. The speakers that lined the seaside played don’t look back in anger rendered in piano. While he paced in long strides swinging his molluscoid arms, couldn’t help but look back to the sun much like a dog taken away from its bone. Finally his mobile device went black and he froze mid-stride into a pillar of double-helix salt.

 that perfume of blinding sadness from a medium other than photography is still present

seesaw

 whatever it was that i saw in the mirror, saw me

 You already know my thought before I think it.

The speed of your love is greater even than that of light.

 he refused to teach there, for the hearts at the ivy league were plagued with ambition

the volume had aged beautifully. The pages resembled and smelled like oven-fresh madeleine, their edges browned to sweet perfection.

 He wrapped her hand around his biceps much like an armband. He drank his milk from the glass, which left a white moustache in the shape of ditto.