Memory, I Realize, Can Be

Sometimes I Get So Immersed In My Own Company, If I Unexpectedly Run Into Someone I Know, It's A Bit Of A Shock And Takes Me A While To Adjust.

After All, When We Were Children, When Things Went Wrong, There Wasn’t Much We Could Do To Help Put It Right. But Now We’re Adults, Now We Can. That’s The Thing, You See? Look At Us, Akira. After All This Time, We Can Finally Put Things Right. Remember, Old Chap, How We Used To Play Those Games? Over And Over? How We Used To Pretend We Were Detectives Searching For My Father? Now We’re Grown, We Can At Last Put Things Right.

Perhaps It Is Indeed Time I Began To Look At This Whole Matter Of Bantering More Enthusiastically. After All, When One Thinks About It, It Is Not Such A Foolish Thing To Indulge In - Particularly If It Is The Case That In Bantering Lies The Key To Human Warmth.

You're Always In A Rush, Or Else You're Too Exhausted To Have A Proper Conversation. Soon Enough, The Long Hours, The Traveling, The Broken Sleep Have All Crept Into Your Being And Become Part Of You, So Everyone Can See It, In Your Posture, Your Gaze, The Way You Move And Talk.

When A Man Induces His Wife To Turn Suspicious Thoughts Against Her Own Father, Then That Is Surely Cause Enough For Resentment.