Goodbye, you who are, for me, the postmarks again of shattered towns--Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell-- their loneliness given away in poems, only their solitude kept.
There's a lot of muscles in your eyes even that you dont ever work, but little human traits like showing signs of exertion while running, you couldn't do that. Blinking when you're shooting a gun, you know. Things that you take for granted every day that had to be eliminated, so it was always interesting.