Books of Longing
Dear Eugene, If there is a thought that I think everyday now it is how my life is more than half over but if the human experience is a feast I haven't tasted the half of it. Heck, I don't think I can even remember half of the stuffs in the books I placed on the shelf right behind me, books I pretend to care enough about to have them have my back. How many words do you need to hold on to, to live by, to stay alive? Sometimes I saw a shadow at the corner of my eye (don't know which) and I wondered if it will grow bigger. Now if you are a doctor you will say Let me take a look at that and would try to see through my eyes, and I'd say Don't bother, I am half way done . I don't think it will help you to see things through my eyes, that's all, not trying to make a statement about optometry. I have a friend who said if he could choose again he would rather be an optometrist and I asked Why? I don't know if he knew the full reason but it has to do...