Hi back, from a break while I kept at all the tasks that I have to do.
No, I didn't know him. The memorial was on the street: candles, messages, flowers. We attended a Day of the Dead ceremony tonight and mentioned him. The violence is the fruit of lots of others smaller things. Start getting the smaller stuff straightened out, the violence will lessen.
Feels like I'm always trying to catch up and never quite getting to the finish. So it goes ...
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
~ William Shakespeare
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