There must be another life she thought sinking back into her chair exasperated. Not in dreams but here and now in this room with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life here and now she repeated. This is too short too broken. We know nothing even about ourselves.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.