how can you love a little cat so much in such a short short time?
I am drawn to the ways in which we are shaped by people and by place.
Life is like a bowl of spaghetti. Every once in a while, you get a meatball.
And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?
In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter?
I started thinking about life insurance and how nice it would be if you could get insurance that your life would be happy, and that everyone you knew could be happy, and they could all do what they really wanted to do, and they could all find the people they wanted to find.