"Instead I kissed him when he would have let me go. I saw it in his eyes, he would have let me go. He expected nothing, asked for nothing, just cried, noiselessly at first, then wildly, his heart breaking on the hardness of my stubborn faith." "I can't believe that", said Alice. So we listen as we can for repetitive sounds that make differences apparent that are not at first clear, to give order to the cadence of lost days and the rhythm of irregular years. "I seem to have lost my way," saig Alice. "I just said, 'Well, if you're going to get all philosophical on me, it's just as pointless talking about a lot of things, love for instance.' and he said, 'Definitely! Most definitely! Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.'" © Design Copyright 2003 by alice ttlg, all rights reserved. |