Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Who needs fiction?

Someone my wife works with recently lost a loved one. On the way home from work, my wife stopped at the funeral home to pay her respects.

At the funeral home, she found the family in the parking lot, gathered around a van, eating some sandwiches; instead of in a hospitality room, as is usual at a funeral home.

The funeral home has forbidden any food to be brought in, since a recent food fight.

A food fight at a funeral home. Who needs fiction?

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