the best times never last forever

In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two

There's a lot of ways a day can be perfect.

Feb 17, 2025 — 3:20PM

We are at Panera Bread this afternoon. We have come for a late lunch, early dinner, and to just be in a public space. It is a beautiful winter day.

Existence is art.

Art is subjective. So, why do we often feel like we are failing at our own magnum opus?

The best way out, is through. — Frost

The funeral was as difficult an experience as I can imagine.

This is my first

That's a lie. I've written a few obituaries. But this is the first one that that really cut.

Deep.

STOP! THIEF!

And make no mistake, this world is villainous. Absolutely villainous. It takes and takes and takes. The only gifts we get, it takes back.

Siri kept pinging me.