A voice is wailing from the radio, an opera, in a language I don’t understand. The gray today is like a palm pressing down on my head or worse, a pillow. One kid is in the shower with the radio… Read More ›
And I wondered what it thought of all this ornamentation and this fuss: this cruel ending.
Our lives become a summary of our decisions: the actions we take (or don’t take) that make us who we are.