you know, said breadroll, we’ve got a lot under our belt, and that not just hardened remnants of something. and if it were so what?
how could it harden if we are on the move, said sponge, we’ve got to find something to have more than nothing. gum plastered pavements. we know the scene. sponge and breadroll had a fight, a hug and a rest of a day.
something will ,said sponge, come out of it sometimes.
at a corner someone had got sick, splashed the family dinner all over the place. way to go, she was a lousy cook, the man said, and now she is gone. tales of this and other things they heard. isn’t that awful, said breadroll, as the man went on with his business, i shall feel for him someday. one day i must empathise.
someday all be sorted and fine, said sponge. i used to hate to think i could miss that.
2 January, 2007 