"It's true,"
the man said with a melancholy air, his gaze fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace that winter night; "in Paradise there are friends, music, some books. The only bad thing about going to Heaven is that from there you can't look up."
-Augusto Monterroso




related: arcadia &c., fire in the fishtank, the salamander, January 2008
ok. this is the last stolen(lazy) fable I'll be posting here. promise.
...oh, and a belated happy new year.
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