As Lawrence Ferlinghetti put it, I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder.
I am a writer, painter, singer, runner. Also, fortunately or unfortunately, a medical student and an incurable smartass. Look for piquant observations, a lack of pretense, and a general puckishness: everything from sincere political screeds to spiritual ramblings to (earnest attempts at) humor.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on; Still are withered in the evening-- You can be me when I'm gone...
All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone. We must speak of other matters: You can be me when I'm gone. --Neil Gaiman, The Sandman