Wednesday, April 04, 2007

1343.

A substance like hope, but lumpier, richer, without that smoothness like sleep, all of curry and crackling and the sweet taste of something almost right.

2 comments:

Kar said...

I love that.

I do wonder what emotion it describes. Only thing I can come up with is an imperfect but determined kind of joy. I know, some things you can't describe. It just makes me curious.

Geof Huth said...

It's good to be curious. The point is merely for me to wonder it out into sense.

Geof