Be the sound, not the hearing
The breath, not the breathing
The wind…
Did that work for you?
For a while.

I don’t even look in the mirror—why would I take a selfie?

Over the years the simple act of finding the precise words had seemed to mitigate his inner collapse. But they weren’t the right words; he’d been a fool.

Reflected in the cafe window he saw a man of whom no one would take second notice, nor guess at his former imagined glories.

God always has a plan, and that plan is for random stuff to happen.

Auction Highlights: Aside from a significant amount of water damage, bullet holes and general wear, the painting is not of particular interest.

20 years on, he didn’t know whether he should break down sobbing or smother her with a pillow. Probably both. He felt that way about most of his patients and it had worn him down. He was drinking too much, losing sleep and had developed a pronounced limp. Physician, destroy thyself.