A flash of silver on the roadside.
A plane ticket to Australia, England, the United States.
A dream that smiles at you but holds another woman's hand
A yellowed photo of a dog and his boy.
A life outside of a cube, feet in sand, watching a golden orb dissolve into dark blue depths.
What does hope wear?
a freshly pressed suit
a soldier's uniform
red pumps
a cape and tights
a cross
How's your relationship with hope?
She's been taking me 'round the bend. Last week she promised me a paycheck, this week it's a sandwich, next week it'll be a safe place to lay down.
She's the reason I do this stupid job. My kids need to go to college. She'll be with them, she's gotta be.
She messes people up. Makes people bitter, you know? Like my wife. I had no idea that Hope was setting a bar so high that I could do nothing but be disappointing. Yah, I recommending exterminating Hope before she exterminates you.
Elusive. She's sorta in my life, but I get her mixed up with my own dreams. And well, dreams are fantasies. Hope, I think, is real. Or at least, people act like she's real.
She's the alternative. She's the choice that we don't often see. She's a whole new dimension. She's inviting me to live... I mean really live.
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