When I die, I want the ashes scattered in the wind, overboard on some slow moving ship, that leaves a trace for an hour, maybe two. Our lives are like ships traveling in the night; silently, we move along. If the water is small enough, we can make quite the impression, maybe even block transit … Continue reading Devouring Time Swallows Us Whole
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How Many Summers Are Left?
"I ask Grant Heslov about his friend's decision to step back from acting, to direct and otherwise live his life. 'This is how he put it to me when I was trying to do something during the summer recently,' Heslov says by way of an explanation. He says Clooney proposed an exercise. 'Let's sit down … Continue reading How Many Summers Are Left?
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