Random scraps of paper that I've jotted over the last few weeks tell a tale of sorts . . .
"I am sound and fury signifying nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"I feel the urge to write poetry for the first time in over 35 years. I should do that."
"Mortality. What if Louie or I die before Lou does?"
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