broken time
“...dad, i don’t know what happened. i was minding my own business, piling up your books on the table- suddenly your watch fell off the table and broke. the water stream breached the window and tore the table surface, suddenly houses and trees started growing...the ceiling turned into the keys of your piano...i don’t know what i did wrong...”
[a4 . pencil, pen, charcoal]
...as the lone detective walked the street, the gentle dog followed. A bright light appeared.
Fire? This bright? The detective wondered. Street lamps now a days have such peculiar designs, it makes it hard to remember those...
What’s that warmth...?
“we recieved notice that two human entities has tresspassed into our community, and snatched two of our finest. we dispatched our airforce to
apprehend the perpetrators.
these humans were last seen running around in the library top shelf. we ask the citizens to stay focused and let us know if they see anything
suspicious.
we won’t let this heinous criminals go unpunished!”
...has it been that long?
what?
this? us, hanging out?
yeah...i think so. feels nice, doesn’t it?
ha ha it does! what are we drinking by the way!
oh it’s just grape juice!
a beautiful pain
it hurts when I play guitar now a days. this city...these times...how can I be noticed if I don’t endure this pain? or is the fame just an illusion, all will be erased once we find our place under the ground...?