I Have Two Kinds Of

Imagine Others Complexly.

We'd Failed, Maybe, But Some Mysteries Aren't Meant To Be Solved.

The Beautiful Thing About Driving Was That It Stole Just Enough Of His Attention - Car Parked On The Side, Maybe A Cop, Slow To Speed Limit, Time To Pass This Sixteen-wheeler, Turn Signal, Check Rearview, Crane Neck To Check Blind Spot And Yes, Okay, Left Lane.

But What Could I Lose By Continuing That Had Not Already Been Lost?

I Found His Last Words Without Too Much Searching. Captured By The Bolivian Army, Guevara Said, 'shoot, Coward. You Are Only Going To Kill A Man.