It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

but all I could think was in New York that kid would have been stuck in a straitjacket practically from birth and dangled over a tank full of Educational Consultants and Remedial Experts all snapping at his ankles for the next twenty years arguing about his Special Needs and getting paid plenty for it.

And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever youre trying to tell them.