New York Is Breaking My

I Am No Fun At All. In Fact, I Am Anti-fun. Not As In Anti-violence, But As In Anti-matter. I Am Not So Much Against Fun - Although I Suppose I Kind Of Am - As I Am The Opposite Of Fun. I Suck The Fun Out Of A Room. Or Perhaps I'm Just A Different Kind Of Fun; The Kind That Leaves On Bereft Of Hope; The Kind Of Fun That Ends In Tears.

There Are Many Things In This World That Are An Outrage, To Be Sure, But Death At Our Current Life Expectancy Doesn’t Strike Me As One Of Them. Maybe I Sound Like Some Victorian Who Felt That Forty Years Ought To Be Enough For Any Man, But One Of The Marks Of A Life Well Lived Has To Be Reaching A State Of Finally Getting It, Of Not Needing More, And Of Being Able To Sign Off With Something Approaching Peace Of Mind.

I Had A Tumor. But It Was Great.

Altruism Is Innate, But It's Not Instinctual. Everybody's Wired For It, But A Switch Has To Be Flipped.

But If One's Dreams Having To Come True Was The Only Referendum On Whether They Were Beautiful, Or Worth Dreaming, Well Then, No One Would Wish For Anything. And That Would Be So Much Sadder.