Sitting on an airplane. Me and my Sammy. There’s an old man sitting next to us. He looks down at Sammy without much of an expression then rests his head back again and closes his eyes. Then tears seep down his face and drop down his chin. He’s crying. And I don’t know why. I ask if he’s ok and he says he’s just tired. But I can’t help but wonder where those tears are coming from. What’s his story? Did he just lose the love of his life? Or… Read More
BLOG: Metaphysical Ponderings Elicited by the Tears of the Old Man Next to Me
