So that is why Amsterdam looks so grey to me.
I wonder if white will be the color of the hospital planet.
Incurable optimist in me imagines the white eventually breaking into all those vivid colors of the youth, I still remember so well.
When you turn fifty you can delude yourself into thinking it’s still a fifty fifty split, history to future. By the time you’re sixty there is no avoiding it. You have more history than you do future. Are you bummed and want to stop reading? Tough shit. Go whine to…