In the end I think I’ve learned the final lesson from my travels in time; and I’ve even gone one step further than my father did: The truth is I now don’t travel back at all, not even for the day, I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.
Here we go.
Maybe this’ll help.
"This city is like an open sewer, it’s full of filth and scum. Sometimes I can hardly take it." - Taxi Driver (1976)
Little Joy: Keep Me In Mind
Stop saying your facial expressions out loud.