I look around, I imagine and I project emotions and memories onto the lives of these strangers who I will quite possibly see again but never utter a word or acknowledge each other’s existence. Are we real? Or are we simply advertisements on the side of this highway towards our city of Oz?
I used to say, “one day,” but those days are running out.
So I write daily posts to say what I feel as I glide into “60 years on.” I have a strong will to be living for a long time past 60. Who knows? Right?
Men make plans and God laughs, right?