Axle.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Love was the century old bridge.
There used to be questions. Quixotic and plainspoken, quickly followed by discreet chivalry.
There were answers. Coy and humanizing, subtly promising to edify the listener.
But most of all, there were pauses.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008 at 3:15 am
Don’t you find that there’s often so much more to be had – emotions, mental stimulation, whatever – out of a good pause?
I know I do.