A trip to Okinawa, three months after Ken died. Drunk on awamori and exhausted by the late hour, I peer into a mirror and catch a glimpse of my late son's face in my own.
A few days ago, the light catches the gray at my temples, and I see myself in ten years.
Everything exists in an instant...
On the turntable: Beck, Bogart, and Appice, "Beck, Bogart, and Appice"
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