First Lines, 02/27/18
First lines of the never-to-be-written novel I was far too busy to write today:
"He remembered a time when he was driven only by curiosity. Life, in the meantime, had seemed to answer all of its burning questions – all of them replaced in his head by presumptions.
Then she walked in. His curiosity was reborn.
All of those answers he'd settled upon, clung to as if they were true — the answers that had settled to his mind's floor and hardened, like concrete — instantly dissolved.
No, that's not right.
They were stirred up, uncatchable, like a whirlwind tearing through an autumn forest. He simply stared, never trying to catch them."
— Damien Willis
February 27, 2018