The Moon Looks Away, The Light Looks Up
A flat grey building like it was made of cereal boxes and stickle brick throbs with noise and light.
A flat grey building like it was made of cereal boxes and stickle brick throbs with noise and light.
The artificial Christmas weather was still pretty beautiful, Anjin noted.
The light on the hilltop draws them. They move, in their swaying, ungainly way, up the incline and towards the beacon, drawn by its uncustomary light.
So I guess this is my own fault… as usual, my damn big mouth getting me into all sorts of trouble.
Amy parked by The White House, where the sheep dawdled in the road like truculent teenagers, and took the path up Blackstone Edge.
Citizen!
Do not look directly into the light. If you are a good citizen — if you are innocent — you have nothing to fear from the light.
05/08/2007 Image – “Lights At Night” by Richard Noble