My expression here — when I was still in my early teens — was from a time when I already did not suffer fools gladly and made no attempt to disguise it. Or maybe I was just constipated before taking the national Edadiyya exam.
This was also the beginning of my so-called “movie-star” (not my words!) looks period… which lasted maybe 10 years.
Ten years from now, I will probably be dead, if not sooner.
Eh, oui.
It will likely go fast.
And everything in my head will turn into meaningless ash.
A sobering thought.
Being dead.
No one at the funeral.
No one really giving a shit.
Boohoo.
Ah, time to walk the dog and get cracking with my pre-NY visit To Do list.
Dark thoughts serve little useful purpose.
Even if it is all meaningless, there is joy to be had in doing things worth doing.
Leaving Amerika 