“A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.”
“You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly. ”
“It all began with dreams that did not come true.”
“My birthday began with the water -Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.”
“A staccato script of letters and digits beamed from an alternate world. Then they ceased communicating altogether. and began to liase in dreams and nightmares.”
“You know,” he began, voice low and full, “if you were to ever leave me, I’d come looking for you, on every street.” “You promise?” “Always.” And I knew he kept his promises.”