I guess it's all on the table. And that is what I love about it. You can like something, love something or have the opposite relation with anything. You can run along with something for a while and then move on from it. And still it's all on the table for you.

Life is yours. Maybe somewhere else you have lent it up to somebody or something. But here, it's in a platter and it's amazing, all decorative and plump for you to devour.

I don't know - was I supposed to tell about myself? I can't do much better even by starting over with the realization.