Carl

“Running away, then returning. My present was feeding on my past, and my future was waiting for the recursive loop to complete.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“I threw both my phones in, one after the other. The splashing sounds they made in the dark were like two trout rising for stoneflies. Trout that sleep in the eddies behind round river boulders. Trout that wake up at dawn and hide all day by pretending to be shadows.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“Crazy is crazy, but lonely is lonely. I do not know which is the saddest.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“I used to study the night, the stars, while camping next to my car. I learned names from an old star chart that I carried along with my highway maps. Mintaka, in Orion’s Belt, the bright left eye of the Bull. Sirius. Vega. Trying for a direction beyond anywhere possible, I looked at distant points of bright light. I wished that I could find out where I was going by navigating by the light that had traveled forever.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder