Four Thousand Weeks

Four Thousand Weeks

You only ever get to feel certain about the future once it’s already turned into the past. Likewise, and despite everything I’ve been saying, nobody ever really gets four thousand weeks in which to live – not only because you might end up with fewer than that,...
Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby

The print on the elevator’s DOOR CLOSE button was almost worn off. I pointed it out to Mother and said, “I bet there are a few psychiatrists in this building.” “What makes you say that?” “Look at the button.” “So?”...