words arranged in sentences.
sentences into paragraphs.
paragraphs into chapters.
chapters into a novel.
The lines in his face looked like furrows in the dirt, deep and irregular, grey and dusty, as if someone had made a half-hearted attempt to start a garden in a barren corner of the earth, and then just given up.
She pushed the joy stick and her chair turned and she looked at Lucas, smiling as best she could, and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to understand her, told him she loved him, knowing that he understood her perfectly.
the space in between:
well, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?