Ridiculous

I said I would remember the white mountainous pupil staring down on us. I could even feel the warmth seeping out of me into the metal. There comes a time to make decisions, not because you feel the pull, not because your soul is settled. You just do it and do your work too, and you wait and you keep busy.

Never more than we can bear, friend, never more than we can bear. Even the insane know as much, the one with the scary laugh.

He sat to my left and fetched me a knife, and I thought, I have misjudged. Strange how a generous imagination can lead to impoverished communication. No, I have misjudged but now, everything is better because I have an accurate conception but he doesn't. Or maybe the small dark child is shifting her gait again with nerves on fire, ready to snap into fireworks. Or maybe the old boy feels the wall of his chest curving in again, tired of inhalation. The knife in between has a blade sharp enough to carve the breast, but no more. Two forks will do for tonight then. But thank you anyway. Two forks will do for tonight.