Don't die hard, die high. Bruce Willis hit by a car. Close up of eyes, scene: Terminator Salvation - after magnet mine blast. Pablo Neruda - elemental odes. I'm pretty sure when I acknowledge old age in myself, I'll start preparing to off myself. Or, turn into a Nash sort of humorist. What if, a non-committal, shrug-accompanied what if, our entire universe is a pimple on a dimple Of an ant's right cheek? I feel like taking this desk, but I desist. There's too much flotsam and jetsam hanging around me anyway, even as I try becoming a lesser star. Death is the black hole. Nothing escapes from it. For this Breguet ad, shouldn't they photograph the photographer clicking the picture, with a Breguet on his wrist? For the hardiness part of the watch. Glamour may be added by keeping the yacht in view as well, like in the ad on the back of this issue of Time. Lotus Flower, Radiohead, is reminiscent of Losing My Religion, R.E.M., at a much, much more...