I either like people way too much or I can't stand them at all. If you ever want their attention, just die horribly in front of them. Sunrise and sunset in an old metal bucket, all that, all the things I say that no one understands, plane crashes in Nepal and look around, a world of beauty and a world of vicious debris, joy and ache, my wooden dock where I sit and read books till it gets dark, the fish always go barble-barble and they make funny bubbles in the water, the things I notice and the things you don't.