“There is no finish line to life.”
… it’s just really staggered.
note: Bugs rage against the lights and die.
… I guess that’s what Dylan Thomas was talking about in that poem.
double note: it’s all just a big “apple on a spoon race” at the end of the day: some people just have smaller apples and bigger spoons for some reason.
triple note: I could have gotten kicked out of Eden a lot faster than Adam: I like wearing shorts.
quadruple note: I’m off to Nagoya for “work”. I’ll be back on Sunday. Have a good end of week/weekend.
quintuple note: thanks for all the comments on the earlier posts. I will reply … just not now.
sextuple note: this one is kind of dark now that I look at it in the light.
notes to myself #43
I’ve got nothing to tell you: you’ll figure it out.