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Sunday, May 29, 2016
Drabbles - Fish and Robots
Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime. Build a robot to fish; do all men eat or do all men starve?
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
Drabble - Anything
Drabble - Anything
Once, in the twilight of his years, Cartier was in his study working when he was approached by an apprentice. The young woman had an air of sleep about her, dressed in sleepwear and with a small clay mug of milk. Cartier was behind his drawing desk, an array of sketches before him in flimsiplast, his gaunt face was shadowed from the glow of screens.
His apprentice waited for a long moment, seemingly content to sip her clay mug of milk, before finally she spoke up, unbidden.
"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?"
The old master didn't look up.
He didn't even hesitate in his answering.
"In love."
Later, the apprentice, a master herself would recount the tale, of what a person who had everything could possibly want more than anything.
Once, in the twilight of his years, Cartier was in his study working when he was approached by an apprentice. The young woman had an air of sleep about her, dressed in sleepwear and with a small clay mug of milk. Cartier was behind his drawing desk, an array of sketches before him in flimsiplast, his gaunt face was shadowed from the glow of screens.
His apprentice waited for a long moment, seemingly content to sip her clay mug of milk, before finally she spoke up, unbidden.
"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?"
The old master didn't look up.
He didn't even hesitate in his answering.
"In love."
Later, the apprentice, a master herself would recount the tale, of what a person who had everything could possibly want more than anything.
Monday, May 2, 2016
Writing - Missed
Writing - Missed
I should have told you I loved you.
Before I packed my bags and walked out the door.
I should have kissed you for longer.
I regret.
That when you kissed me on the lips.
I turned aside.
For what could have been.
And wasn't.
I should have told you I loved you.
Before I packed my bags and walked out the door.
I should have kissed you for longer.
I regret.
That when you kissed me on the lips.
I turned aside.
For what could have been.
And wasn't.
Labels:
Cascade,
Connections,
Love,
Missed,
People,
Unrequited
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