The Reporter Is The Daily

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The Reporter Is The Daily Prisoner Of Clocked Facts. On All Working Days, He Is Expected To Do His Best In One Swift Swipe At Each Story.

It Is Difficult To Live In The Present, Ridiculous To Live In The Future, And Impossible To Live In The Past. Nothing Is As Far Away As One Minute Ago.

Death Is As Casual And Often As Unexpected As Birth. It Is As Difficult To Define Grief As Joy. Each Is Finite. Each Will Fade.

Watching Your Daughter Being Collected By Her Date Feels Like Handing Over A Million Dollar Stradivarius To A Gorilla.