Too Much Has Been Forgotten In The

Hardship Makes The World Obscure.

The Question Of Dying Becomes A Wise Reminder. It Cures Us Of Our Innocence Of The Future.

I'd Like To Lose Interest In Myself.

...because What's The Meaning Of Doing Dishes If You're Not Driven By Something Beyond Necessity.

When I Read Obituaries I Always Note The Age Of The Deceased. Automatically I Relate This Figure To My Own Age. Four Years To Go, I Think. Nine More Years. Two Years And I'm Dead. The Power Of Numbers Is Never More Evident Than When We Use Them To Speculate On The Time Of Our Dying.