You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.
The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.)
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
friendship was always contingent.
Americans don't usually have to think about Canadian-American relations, or, as they would put it, American-Canadian relations. Why think about something which you believe affects you so little? We, on the other hand, have to think about you whether we like it or not.