As a kid I loved to take those little desk thermometers and break the glass so that I could play with the mercury. I would always end up putting the mercury in my mouth. That seemed to be the only way to keep it from disappearing, bit by bit.
Seems that maybe I've used the same shaky logic dealing with love over a lifetime. Life, in general, I suppose. I've hoarded life like other nuts have kept twine or tin foil. Oh, I'm aware that it's aluminum foil now, and has been for decades. I'm too stubborn to call it that.
Those t shirts from twenty years ago that I saved for the future- this is the future and they won't fit. Dad blast it!