Thursday, October 15, 2009

Hope Dies Memory Lives

by Robert Gryfft

We knew it was useless but we still pushed the elevator button every day. It was no longer a gesture of hope that everything had somehow returned to normal. Now it was reverence, in memory of how things had been before, when automobiles ruled the streets and city nights were bright as the morning sun.

1 comment:

Angel Zapata said...

This is like the opening to a much longer piece I'd be interested to read. Nice.