Death on the Installment Plan

I'm looking into your eyes, and I am not your friend, I'm your woman. And I want to tell you something.

The ephemeral is not the opposite of the eternal. The opposite of the eternal is the forgotten. Some pretend that the forgotten and the eternal are, when it comes down to it, the same thing. And they're wrong.

Others say the eternal needs us, and they are right. The eternal needs you in the cell and me here writing to you and sending you pistachio nuts and chocolate.

Tell me about your foot. I need to know.

Your A'ida.

"From A to X" John Berger