Nobody Deserves Death, Yet Everybody Gets It.

When I Was In High School, I Was In A Special Math Class. I Was Infatuated With Physics, Particularly Nuclear Physics, Einstein, And The Big Bang. I Read A Lot About Black Holes. And Partly Because I'm So Lazy I Thought You Could Do All This Just By Looking At The Sky And Thinking Up Universes. It Didn't Seem Like Hard Work When I Was A Kid, So I Enrolled In This Class.

One Builds One's Life In Consistency; One Invests It With The Belief, However Unsupported By Reality, That One Has Always Been What One Is Now, That Even In One's Distant Past One Could Recognize The Seed From Which This Doomed Flower Has Bloomed.

I Did Not Intend To Stay; I Had No Experience In The United States - I May Have Been Here Less Than 24 Hours - But I Knew I Would Never Get Inside There. And 'there' Not Being America Necessarily, But That Harmonious Mode Of Living That Some People Are Lucky Enough To Have In This Country.

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.

The Privilege Of A Middle-class, Stable, Bourgeois Life Is That You Can Pretend That You Are Not Complicated And Project Yourself As A Solid, Uncomplicated Person, With Refined Life Goals And Achievements.