It's Risky To Talk About

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know. Twilight Is The Border Between Day And Night, And The Shore Is The Border Between Sea And Land. The Border Is Longing: When Both Have Fallen In Love But Still Haven't Said Anything. The Border Is To Be On The Way. It Is The Way That Is The Most Important Thing.

Sophia And Grandmother Sat Down By The Shore To Discuss The Matter Further. It Was A Pretty Day, And The Sea Was Running A Long, Windless Swell. It Was On Days Just Like This--dog Days--that Boats Went Sailing Off All By Themselves. Large, Alien Objects Made Their Way In From Sea, Certain Things Sank And Others Rose, Milk Soured, And Dragonflies Danced In Desperation. Lizards Were Not Afraid. When The Moon Came Up, Red Spiders Mated On Uninhabited Skerries, Where The Rock Became An Unbroken Carpet Of Tiny, Ecstatic Spiders.

There Are Those Who Stay At Home And Those Who Go Away, And It Has Always Been So. Everyone Can Choose For Himself, But He Must Choose While There Is Still Time And Never Change His Mind.

One Ought To Have The Right To Have A Secret And To Spring It As A Surprise. But If You Live Inside A Family You Have Neither.

Anyway, Solitary People Interest Me. There Are So Many Different Ways Of Being Solitary.' 'i Know Just What You Mean,' Said X. 'i Know Exactly What You're Going To Say. Different Kinds Of Solitude. Enforced Solitude And Voluntary Solitude.' 'quite,' Said Viktoria. 'there's No Need To Go Into It Further. But When People Understand One Another Without Speaking, It Can Often Leave Them With Very Little To Talk About, Don't You Think?