Some old pics that got sent through again. NYC, many years ago. I must have been in my mid-thirties, Rachel in her late twenties.
Next month I'll be 540 months old. Anybody can live another year, which is often just excessive and boastful.
I only need to make it to October. The 25th of every month I have a small party for myself. Twice every day at 10:25, also. Oh Lord, just carry me into one more season and I promise I'll stop counting.
Picasso and I, and the clock's tock-ticking.