The Guide

(Corner of Friedrichstrasse and Zimmerstrasse, Checkpoint Charlie)

As I grow older, I find myself easing into the little things life has to offer. The process sheds its earlier absurdity and time becomes one's own. I learn to care less to remember the difference between today and yesterday, as the two meld and are tomorrow already, except when something belongs, however insignificant, but important to me. For instance, bitter almonds on one's breath and not a trace of fear in the eyes but cold omniscience. There is increasing belief with a sense of detachment that one can go wrong quite easily in this world, and that one does so quite often, with nonchalance and regularity that are awe-inspiring. I have taken many on that path in my thoughts. I charge them their good word for me up there. Never sure if they made it and haven't forgotten.