What Does It Remember Like?

The Eskimos Have Four Hundred Words For Snow, And The Jewshave Four Hundred For Schmuck.

It's True, I Am Afraid Of Dying. I Am Afraid Of The World Moving Forward Without Me, Of My Absence Going Unnoticed, Or Worse, Being Some Natural Force Propelling Life On. Is It Selfish? Am I Such A Bad Person For Dreaming Of A World That Ends When I Do? I Don't Mean The World Ending With Respect To Me, But Every Set Of Eyes Closing With Mine.

There's Nothing Wrong With Not Understanding Yourself.

Try To Live So That You Can Always Tell The Truth.

Years Were Passing Through The Spaces Between Moments.