There's a carnival in town. Walking your dog past the old fairground. From inside we hear screaming and laughter. From roller coasters and merry-go-rounds.
A Mormon missionary walks through Vasa lane. Through a clear-as-crystal Gothenburg morning. Removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie. Wiping the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes.
I was booked for a wedding on the coast of Finistère. After the rehearsal I took a walk down to the harbor. They say, "This is where the world ends". Or maybe where it's beginning.
Lisa, I came to think of us before. As I walked through our old town. Preparing for a storm. I bought water and candles like the prepper I've always been.
It's the morning after. And we're on a train zigzagging 'cross the countryside. On our way home from a party. That turned insane. . He dozes off on my shoulder.
What am I so scared of?. What's the worst that could happen?. Been awake all night. Heard the rain tapping. If something taps on the window. In the middle of the night.
At Babak's school, there is a 3D printer. And he prints out a model of the tumor. That was surgically removed from his back this winter. And it's rugged gray plastic, it looks lunar.