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Bottles Of Wine Aren't Like Paintings. At Some Point You Have To Consume Them. The Object In Life Is To Die With No Bottles Of Wine In Your Cellar. To Drink Your Last Bottle Of Wine And Go To Sleep That Night And Not Wake Up.

Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You Stopped Accelerating.

If It's Red, French, Costs Too Much, And Tastes Like The Water That's Left In The Vase After The Flowers Have Died And Rotted, It's Probably Burgundy.

Most Of The People I Write About Have Been Ambitious Outlanders Who Have Been Attracted To New York From Other Parts Of The World.

Things Happen, People Change,' Is What Amanda Said. For Her That Covered It. You Wanted An Explanation, And Ending That Would Assign Blame And Dish Up Justice. You Considered Violence And You Considered Reconciliation . But What You Are Left With Is A Premonition Of The Way Your Life Will Fade Behind You, Like A Book You Have Read Too Quickly, Leaving A Dwindling Trail Of Images And Emotions, Until All You Can Remember Is A Name.