I Think, The World Is

That Adage About 'write What You Know' Is Basically The Opposite Of The Way I Function. I Write About What I'm Curious To Find Out.

We Stand There, Quiet. My Questions All Seem Wrong: How Did You Get So Old? Was It All At Once, In A Day, Or Did You Peter Out Bit By Bit? When Did You Stop Having Parties? Did Everyone Else Get Old Too, Or Was It Just You? Are Other People Still Here, Hiding In The Palm Trees Or Holding Their Breath Underwater? When Did You Last Swim Your Laps? Do Your Bones Hurt? Did You Know This Was Coming And Hide That You Knew, Or Did It Ambush You From Behind?

What He Needed Was To Find Fifty More People Like Him, Who Had Stopped Being Themselves Without Realizing It.

Reading Is The Nourishment That Lets You Do Interesting Work.

Technology Makes Everyone Feel Old. A Laptop Is Old After Two Years. Someone Always Has Something Newer. Everyone Seems To Feel Obsolete Now, Even The Young.