Dagmar never much expressed a view on anything. As an illegal, it was in her own best interest not ever to be noticed. But that wasn’t the real reason she kept to herself.
Dagmar’s real reason was that she was afraid.
“You have to understand I am afraid. That is why I have come to this place,” she once said, pronouncing each syllable precisely, to Rayleen.
“Afraid of what, pet?”
“Of everything.”love in the fourth dimension
Two hours pass and I can feel the words trying to slip off the page and smear their inky stains over me. A battle I can win, I think, sees me standing over the sink trying to set fire to the corners of the page with the glowing end of my cigarette. Ten left means I could be here for the afternoon. Paragraphs go up in smoke, covering the drain hole with ashes as strong as our commitment. One drop is all it took to wreak havoc.paris
“I know a Buddhist,” I started.
“Spare me that bullshit,” she snapped.
“No, all I’m saying is it’s really easy to get rid of your stuff these days. EBay and that. If you go you should sell everything and just go, just go with your jeans and passport, you know? I’ve thought about that. Hell, if you do it like that, I’ll come.”
“Sure. Why not?”larvae