The Past Feels Distant, Even When It's

What A Treacherous Thing To Believe That A Person Is More Than A Person.

She Would Stay On The Road And In Hiding, A Balloon Floating Through The Sky, Eating Up Hundreds Of Miles A Day With A Help Of The Perpetual Tailwind.

I Wasn't Disappointed. My Expectations Had Been Met.

Thomas Edison's Last Words Were 'it's Very Beautiful Over There'. I Don't Know Where There Is, But I Believe It's Somewhere, And I Hope It's Beautiful.

He Loved The Scratching Of Pencil Against Paper When He Was Focused: It Meant Something Was Happening.