Alive in the dying embers of someone’s mind

You’ll starve in perfect happiness

When you’re very old and perhaps near the end of your life — if you are fortunate enough to make it there — what memories do you suppose you’ll still hold onto as the lights fade? What do you hope today that you’ll be able to have held onto?

I was thinking about this after I read a lovely but brief thread by Sean McTiernan on Twitter the other day about…

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