I don't know...

Lambchop sideburns. Tired eyes. Worn out. Just answer me these few questions while I search your being for answers to the question of how to live a life. Am I using you? Or am I curious about your long, beautiful path?

This man from Dawson. Very tired and now dying. Struggling for responses to my questions about his competence...about his ability to care for himself...about his SHORT TERM MEMORY...

Looking to please me...valiant effort until the end of days...fight for it.

I have to do my job. And take from him at the same time. Fill me with stories of traplines, and snowmobiles, and the colourful 5%, and mutterings of "never shake hands with someone you don't know", "that goddamn woman" "we shook on it."

How might I live? Like him? 96 years old and failing beautifully...ready for rest...determined to rest...quiet eyes open and close according to him not me...he's not on my schedule...the world does not revolve around me...this glorious life over in the beat of a dragonfly's wing...infinitely long...delicately uncertain...live it! Man, live it...

Walk the earth...