Still (sur)Rendering

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.

I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.


perchance to dream

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885)

Doubts about god aside, the above quote is sweet.




Doctors do make house calls. You just don't want to consider how things have to be for them to ring your doorbell.

She guesstimates that he has a week. He's suffering kidney failure, hence his incoherence. He'll slip into a coma within the next few days and be dead soon after.

What the hell do you say to that?

Nothing, please.

The kids sat on the chesterfield all through the conversation with the doctor. They said nothing. When she left, that's when the tears started. I have no clue where they've picked up this stoic facade. Myself and M., we were red eyed from the beginning.








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