Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Story One, Chapter Four
There is a picture on the wall. It shows a boat on a lake. Before the boats all sank. Before the lakes all dried. Every day it is obscured by accumulating smog. Every day it is cleaned. Yet some things can never be removed. A darkness oozes forth from the corners of the painting, and every day the lake shines less brilliantly; the sails show more wear. When they are no more, hope will die.