Sunday, August 9, 2009

Excerpt from novel: Skylark

Where do the good lives go once they are done?

Sally often wished that good lives could be saved and collected somewhere in the universe.
She wished there were some kind of cosmic shellac that could be sprayed over our great moments, so they could be permanently preserved and exhibited in some metaphysical place, eternally displayed, to prevent meaninglessness.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Don't we all wish for this!