Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the descendants of Sputnik, even now circling the earth, gravity their only tie to the planet. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.