Who was wrong and who was right?
Electric lights and beige carpet. A window up-high looking out from a small apartment onto the concrete city below, and yet still at the base of a rise.
He wore tweed and liked those 1920s Remington typewriters, rather obsessively and misplaced in time.
"What do you think is man's most important power, Terrance?"
Beyond the hill, the freeway rushed by like a gust of wind flooding a tunnel. He seemed to have thought about it this question before, but still took pause before answering, "The ability to learn." he answered finally.
Her eyes lifted slowly, following the rising swell of the hill beyond the ever-pulsing vein of traffic.
"How about you?" he finally asked when she didn't respond.
"The ability to create."
The rest vanished like a wisp of a dream.
He wore tweed and liked those 1920s Remington typewriters, rather obsessively and misplaced in time.
"What do you think is man's most important power, Terrance?"
Beyond the hill, the freeway rushed by like a gust of wind flooding a tunnel. He seemed to have thought about it this question before, but still took pause before answering, "The ability to learn." he answered finally.
Her eyes lifted slowly, following the rising swell of the hill beyond the ever-pulsing vein of traffic.
"How about you?" he finally asked when she didn't respond.
"The ability to create."
The rest vanished like a wisp of a dream.