I saw two people today whom I used to know during my time at
the theatre. They both looked so old. It seemed like a wake up call. Time is
passing.
I could feel life slipping away from me, and I wondered:
should any of us dare to wish for what we most want, since the greatest desire
comes shackled to the greatest fear. Isn’t that the ultimate risk?
My instinct has always been to take the risk, but experience
urges circumspection. Death is acceptable; torture isn’t.
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