I miss you and I'm sorry I rarely write but your emails are so full of life I fear if I send you an email that it will reveal how full of death my own life has become.
Terms and Conditions by Robert Glancy
“Why didn’t I reach back to him when he was reaching out to me?
Then I realized what it was. It was the dreariness: life’s dull days heaped upon me, each day no heavier than dust, yet piled high the weight became hopelessly heavy, and so, when someone said, ‘Hey, are you all right, Frank?’ all I could do was wave it away with impulsive politeness, saying, ‘Oh, yeah sure, I’m fine.’”








