i wonder where i'll be in four more years. that's how long the doc said mister has left. of course he doesn't know. it's so arbitrary though. she's talking about death a lot. notes pop up. i get anxious in my blood, my chest constricts. if we could all just slow down and breathe. less bad stuff would happen. death will happen, we know that. it matters a great deal though we pretend it doesn't, outside our radius, and a little distance erases the feeling. there is no distance from the ones we love. what would happen if everyone loved the ones in our war? what if death were only natural? the time allowed would be sufficient if we were more alive. 

in other news, a fellow talking on his cell with an unlit cigarette tilting in his lips saying hello hello mister thought was talking to him, and i said no mister he's on the phone mister always thinks they're talking to him.

a kid coming out of school saw comet rooting in the garbage and he says boy, he sure like snow, and i say i think he likes those donut holes even more.