Distance As Measure Of Time

 And Other Obscure Titles by Henry Bishop

Henry used to sit on that hill and read. The wall has become something of a gallery but Henry doesn’t pay much attention to the commentary. Everyone has an opinion, he muses, on his way over to the park. Reading there isn’t as good because there are people there. The hill was ideal because even though there were peacocks wailing up above the hill and people down on the sidewalk, no one actually came onto the hill.   

Henry's story is here