Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.

There are no coincidences.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.