I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

Observing and understanding are two different things.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.