I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.
-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Not only did I not get kicked to the curb. My note is now posted on their refrigerator. Like a report card!