Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
In real time
Annie's asleep now, but just before she closed her eyes, she improvised a story for me about a group of friends. There was a pickle named Rick, a kernel of corn named Steve, and an olive named Chevrolet.
My father once told me the most important thing in life was to evolve as a human being. Years after that, he told me the most important thing in life was to have an intimate relationship with another human being. I believe he was right about both.