When words are gathered together with clear dichotomies I think first of him. Maybe it’s his signature or scent or sos. I’ve concluded that mystery isn’t necessarily a game of clue so much as a way to reveal shadows on a performance stage. It’s just one more way a playwright protects themselves. Use your imagination and don’t blame them for your conclusions.
Age brings humor as of late through observing stark differences between agile minds I work with on one hand and minds slugging through drying concrete on the other. The capacity for laziness often attributed to the youth exists to offset the overflow of winters bone from the aging. All things have no choice but to balance themselves in the end.
Each evening I write a letter with a state of mind no longer tormented by expectation of anything in return. It is foolish to imagine escaping trauma when diving headfirst into ones reflection.
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