Slow down. Rest awhile. Talk. Listen. Connect

We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone.

People are strange

Some paisley-clad, patchouli/sweat/wet-penny-scented, birkenstock-shod wanna-be neo-retro-hippie-chick shot me a contemptuous look of disapproval today. She looked as though she was trying her hardest to radiate an army of poisoned red-hot daggers of flaming scorn from the innermost depths of her glazed eyeballs. Presumably because she saw me light a cigarette outside in front of Whole Foods market.