I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in.

Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note.

But things change, of course, and so do the ways in which people see themselves.

Mind who you love. For that matter, mind how you are loved.

I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in.

Thanks to Granna, Werner and Walter had grown up to be highly functioning, productive citizens - but if you were to ask Walter, Werner had a far easier time of it and lived his life with the sanctified nonchalance of those who will do anything to avoid dissecting their souls.

When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.