Death, when it's right there it doesn't seem too huge and terrible to let into your mind.
Try to capture what you can't bear to be without
I need them and they need me to need them
I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
After a lifetime's independence– yes, selfish independence as my daughter would rightly claim – I am terrified of being reduced to childhood once more, to helplessness, to seas of confusion from which the cruel lucid intervals poke up like rock shoals.