The passenger

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Kate, Johnny and Iggy

She is a passenger she tells me one late afternoon. She tells me about all that she sees. She tells me about birds without wings and sharks with no teeth and she tells me how everything is reduced to a blur of color as she rushes by, thousand miles an hour. She tells me about other worlds with other people. She talks about other thoughts and other skies. She describes the worlds with great detail. She asks me what I think. I think about how she has seen so much and done so little but I don't tell her because that is not what she wants to hear.

I see you behind the haze

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American graffiti, 1973

As we became older we slowly started to age.

It was not perfect. It was marred by what to come. What was really perfect was all that before that night. The summers, the wine, the smoke, the smiles, the laughter, the kissing, crying and cursing. The love we shared and the idea of eternity. Death was nothing and life was the same. It is only when we think of life as something that dies we become mortal. Those who don’t think they will die live forever.

Comfortably numb

"It's like a card house you know," she says and folds her hands like a pyramid on the table to demonstrate. "Like that," she smiles while she thinks. "The whole house depends on each card and if one falls down," she puts her right hand down on the table, "the other falls too," her left hand follows the right. "But it's not like a card house can be built with only two cards, a life craves millions of cards. A life is hard to build that way. It takes time. And although it is so hard to build, it takes just a second to tear it down. Just like that," she slams her hands on the table making it shake like a tiny local earthquake. "But," and then she smiles one of her crooked smiles. "The cards are still there, although they are just a heap. So they can be built again and again. Do you want to know what the weird part is?"
I nod.
"When you build the house up again it will look just the same as the first time, just like the second time, third time and so on. Just the same. But it is not. It just appears to be the same but it is fundamentally different from the other times. The cards are stacked differently. A spades is where a heart was last time. A pair of diamonds holds up a pair of clubs when it should be the other way around. But still it looks the same. That's why most people don't know when people change and become something different. That's why people look the same but has grown to something else."