We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.

My mother was a single parent, a speech therapist who worked for a company that kept a substantial percentage of the income they billed for her to teach stroke victims in convalescent hospitals to talk again.

So many things that seemed crucial and excruciatingly hard ended and then didn't matter anymore, forever after

He was a man too busy to flush toilets.

Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.

I unplug the phone and close the door and just stick with it. I don't ever go out for lunch and I don't take vacations. I like to be awake when no one else is: either just before dawn in the morning or late, late at night. Silence helps.

We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.