The aquarium looks like an animated TV show; the water is ink, the fish cartoons lazily cutting their way past wavering plants and glittering castles.
His finer side emerges in art. A sketch of leaves coaxed away by an autumn wind.
Banshee music on the TV and moans from the people scribbling round the table.
Now that she's old and alone, she'll give people the finger with a smile, because she doesn't care anymore, and no one expects better of her.
Her ankles are ribboned in Lord of the Rings tattoos.
I identify the building by the ambulance lights flashing outside.
They think there's nothing new to learn beyond what they already know. Stepping outside the bounds of that knowledge is craziness and self-indulgence.