I need an office, so I can have a place where I don't write.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
With writing, we have second chances.
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.