books.. music.. art.. poetry.. these are what drive my continuous existence.. & as i transition through various states of understanding, knowing, and being, i hope to find a new appreciation for this life.. til then.. catch me when my spaceship lands.
“ Howard thumped the window lightly and then a little harder. He was having an odd parental rush, a blood surge that was also about blood and was presently hunting through Howard’s expansive intelligence to find words that would more effectively express something like don’t walk in front of cars take care and be good and don’t hurt or be hurt and don’t live in a way that makes you feel dead and don’t betray anybody or yourself and take care of what matters and please don’t and please remember and make sure
‘Hey, Howard? Those windows open only at the very top. Student precaution, ah guess. Suicide proof.’