Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
They’ve not forgotten him: worse, they never heard of him.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people’ll pay your price.
But it seems to me that once you begin a gesture it’s fatal not to go through with it.
And yet does the appetite for new days ever really cease?
The dead teach this great lesson, which we are loathe to learn: we too will die.