If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

I cannot think of a single word to describe what we feel. I think we all feel it, to varying degrees. Perhaps in some other language there is a word for 'the world is terribly wrong.' That feeling of stun and unbelief and abandonment and shock and horror and distress.