I forget to ask myself.
for long, long periods of time.
I am afraid I will wake up and be sixty
and not have fixed anything
Can you imagine how you would mourn? Worse, I would imagine myself as good as dead
and slouch on toward death, which I would barely notice. Is that true? Forward action is the most frightening thing
, it keeps me immobile. Waking up
is all anyone ever has to do, the rest is play, and wants to be there, does not call you to extricate yourself, a joy.