I can’t believe how fast things move on the outside.
I saw an automobile once when I was young. Now they’re everywhere.
The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
People even talk faster. And louder.
Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he’s doing okay and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night. The bed is too big. I have bad dreams, like I’m falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am.