Making a new resolution to forget about the cane furniture that's being deteriorated by the sun, the place just where a cane furuniture factory was envisaged by one who couldn't see the woods for renewable material, was the last place I saw a woman who did not leave me with a reason to remember her fondly.
I should not have gone there at all. I need put up no defence: I've been looking for myself my life long.
Looking for fortitude, a new idea of going back to how things were presents itself as worth trying.
But my description of the old days of proposing, which was made in those old days, is just as deranged as that quaint man who rode his bicycle between two distant towns in the desert.