My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens

I Do Not Know What I Regret. I Sit With My Pen, And Cannot Find An End To That Sentence.

I Don't Know When They First Had Feeds. Like Maybe, Fifty Or A Hundred Years Ago. Before That, They Had To Use Their Hands And Their Eyes. Computers Were All Outside The Body. They Carried Them Around Outside Of Them, In Their Hands, Like If You Carried Your Lungs In A Briefcase And Opened It To Breathe.

My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens When They're Rolling The Credits.

And I Realize That The Decision To Be Human Is Not One Single Instant, But Is A Thousand Choices Made Very Day. It Is Choices We Make Every Second And Requires Constant Vigilance. We Have To Fight To Remain Human.

You Made Her Apologize For Sickness. For Her Courage. You Made Her Feel Sorry For Dying.