I go on for years thinking and thinking.
One in all these thousands. Him. Me.
when are we without seconds and minutes and hours
Do you have a mind that won't stop, an insatiable inner critic, and a strong sense of responsibility?
How will I know when my painting is complete?
"I don't know what to say."
How's that for a response when a mother tells you her son was murdered last week? Or a father tells you a family friend sexually abused his daughter? How about when a client shares he missed the phone call from his deceased friend asking for help after overdosing?
Our first conversation began with a long monologue oozing with irritation and disgust for people/colleagues who didn't live up to his standards and expectations; "How can others walk into a room and think it's clean when it obviously isn't? Do they think stepping over a mess means it's not there? I'm tired of their laziness."
"Now was there ever any man seen to sleep in the cart, between Newgate and Tyburn? Between the prison, and the place of execution, does any man sleep? And we sleep all the way; from the womb to the grave we are never thoroughly awake."
“None so deaf as those that will not hear. None so blind as those that will not see.”