It’s one of those times, you’re alone at night, it’s quiet, your mind wanders. What to do tomorrow, what to do next week, what to do next month, what is, are, was, shall be, could have been.
On other note, I never knew Ethan Hawke was in Dead Poet’s Society. Wow. How was I to care back then. I don’t think I’d even discovered Robin Williams yet. So there.