So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.
You don’t take a photograph, you make it.
We are not makers of history. We are made by history.
There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.