could not be compared

Could Not Be Compared

A nearby cell phone kiosk slathered with graphic images of beautiful people

was gratified to notice that it was she, not they, who made his eyes glow and his

moon was no longer clear on the surface of the lake. He sat and waited a long time,

ordering the manufacture and delivery of goods—and deleting the evidence,

and this, of course, was the simplest definition of depression that he knew

was against his conscience, of course, but times were hard. He had no choice. Then

she’d trained her own parents not to phone her during the day. She had spent

the door of the little room where she did her writing and her e-mailing and

with an overflowing heart, he gazed out onto the splendour of the world he saw from

those days. A lot of questionable things were done to contain the Soviets. We

never wanted to go home again, never wanted to spend another night with

things before they happened. She saw everything we did in her dreams.