Alex North

I don’t care if you ever think about me at all.

I’ll think about you instead.

They say that people’s lives flash before their eyes as they die, and what else can that mean except that the nature of time changes as death approaches? Or rather—he corrects himself—that our perception of it does, so that we finally begin to see time for what it was all along.

Every morning, the trees were a little barer, the sidewalks carpeted with more and more fallen leaves.