Hush Now, Child

I want you to look at yourself.

I want you to look at yourself really hard, really seriously, and wonder what the hell you're doing. You're on a track right now - you're headed somewhere - you're moving through space and time and infinity - there is blood moving through your veins, electricity firing between synapses in your brain.

Even if you don't like where you are.

Even if yoy feel like you're not moving anywhere.

There is no such thing as sitting still.

Today I was talking to someone about how hard it must be to be old and lose your spouse - to be the one that's left with all of the accessories of a life designed for two people.

You have a house. You have check book and blankets and q-tips and the way they like their steak. It would be so easy to forgetthat you are a person. It would be so easy to bear that relationship forever and sit around waiting to die.

To sit in the house you bought together, for each other, and watch tv and read the paper and buy groceries and just wait it out.

Because people don't realise they're still moving.
People forget that they are people, single units.

And I don't know if, after everything, I'd be able to just give myself to the cause of being 1/2 of something.

I might just want to be one whole forever.

I would sell the house. I would sell everything and buy something else.

There would be no neutral gear.