as we grow older, do we have more nightmares? it'd be hard to explain where that was coming from. alas...

Le temps n'est plus beau. C'est triste, ça. Je manque le soleil sur mon dos...

ellipsis

nothing lasts forever;

conversely,

      the stars are lined up
across the sky in such a
     way -- that if this were
my last hour,
     last minute,
        last second;
     final breath already
exhaled,
     I wouldn’t change the world.