musings
The machine was not falling for this again.
Backup shadow. Sensible.
The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.
His owner was almost done becoming warm again.
I don’t think people are wishing anymore. I think they’re feeding it.
Nobody wanted to be the first person to admit this wasn’t necessary.
You can find a pattern in anything if you stare at it long enough.
Nobody likes the new copier, least of all the entity that haunts it.
He was cold, rigid, and financially demanding. But the heart wants what it wants.
The client had thoughts, but couldn’t quite put them into words.
