Death of Industry

sometimes, thinking negatively yields positive results.

sometimes, i marvel at the ways things become.

here is a story that I wrote today spontaneously:

Don't abandon him, we thought with vivacious persistence, fists pounding knees in short passionate spurts. Intent on divining an answer, an apology, we strained our eyes wide like cartoonish exotic goldfish searching her porcelain face for tiny movements, mere twitches of facial muscle that might give her decision away. Soft colors flickered across our bodies as we sat lonely in the darkness.