With the fuse lit and metaphoric language as a crutch, the journey is well under way. With timezones askew, downward creep has started, unease is seeping in, through those cracks.
A voice says:
When someone's got a different view on life, the question is not:
Why would a person want to be that way?
Why wouldn't a person want to be that way?!
Every single thing in the immediate environment has been deliberately chosen. Like the coffee table book... so many layers. Almost every frame on the wall is filled with images from known entities. The treeline is too flat, the sky is too blue. And the night sky glows just before darkness falls.
Maybe hate would have been easier...it never disappoints.
Waiting in line, one of them visiting from a windy city asked, “What’s it like?”
He smiled, trying to see who was asking and gave the response, “It’s love/hate, of course.”
Damn that love/hate relationship.
