Sonata

We pass under painted words. Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise. It’s a very Samantha-esque sentiment. I suppose if I had a bookstore it would say: be not trusting of strangers, lest they be devils in disguise.

Then again, the doors would probably be locked.

Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.

“Some things are better left in the past.”

“Most things are. The past has a way of catching up.”

“Of course, the irony. How can you learn about the world unless you fail?”