A life spent on the banks, alongside the river of change. Helplessly following the ripples as they fan out, until losing sight of each, merged into the greater body of water. The watcher. What he wouldn't give to jump in, but each year, each day, each moment, the gravity of choice cements, binds. So the consummate observer stands alone, specializing only in words to describe the action; a dozen, dozen outcomes that'll never come true. Finally, it dawns on him, the realization: the many ripples were his own teardrops all along, falling. Falling all along.
Lunch: grilled chops, cabbage, fried green tomatoes
Dinner: egg muffins, cc, squash
Midnight: candy bar, milk, depression
