July 2009
9 posts
The Two-way Street of Mortality.
Today while walking along the malecon, I saw a group of men who had to each be in their mid-to-late seventies fishing off of an embankment very near a group of about eight or nine boys—whose collective ages probably didn’t add up to seventy—who were flipping and diving into the ocean from the same embankment when something simple hit me: we know best what to do with our lives...
