How can I explain that he’s been the same person over the course of forty or more years’ worth of TV shows...
Last night was still and quiet when I stepped out for smoke. I had quit months ago. But I wanted to feel that smoke in my lungs again.
I can no longer see his eyes. They are buried behind petals and greenery. The eyes themselves may be feeding the root.
A bench that has no eyes can never really look out into anything anyway.