Oh Lord, why us? We did all the right things. We cared, we planned, we furnished a comfortable home; provided an education second to none for the area, commensurate with income.
Seems a long way off in either direction. A message from one solstice to another.
To what end hedonism? A sticky one, I'm sure. But it's fun getting there. Old age is a pretty nasty thing to die of.
Somewhere, something holds my gaze. It draws me. Shining, like a beacon through time, through swirling dust. It guides me. Through banality, vulgarity,