We're where we are because of where we've been. Even the road not taken branched off from one that was taken. Everything gets connected somehow. We live on a Möbius strip.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Art in the Strangest Places
I used to work with a woman who never said too much about her ex-husband, but did say that he left Picassos behind in the toilet bowl for her.
Born during the Truman administration. Old enough to know better; too old to care. Always liked Rossini's Scaramouche: Born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
Any year that you're alive at the end of is a good year.
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