I envy dogs
and their lives

I think:

folks either actively want to help others or they don’t care.

Not caring is not an option.

I'm thankful for a lot: people; things; blessings.

But most of all, I'm thankful that I'm still here to be thankful for all of these.

In life, in art, in food...

Does beauty exist in a vacuum, or only next to the grotesque? Without mediocrity, without failure, does success still look like brilliance? Does genius exist without idiots?

To all, especially friends…