Adults always seem to have empty conversations. They talk about the weather; they complain about transport, they talk about work, the latest dress or shoes they bought. Adults, whether they are men or women never quite seem to have anything remotely vital to talk about.
I often wonder as I look around me what makes people’s conversations so simple. Might I say “dull”? No, dull would be too harsh. I am myself guilty of this little pleasure of small talking insignificant nonsense.
Th other day, I got to think about all the things that I would like and that I never find around me. I would like a palace. Yes a palace. One of those beautiful and ancient houses