Let my fate deny me everything except to see it, for I, an unstrict stoic, wish to delight in every letter of the sentence engraved by Destiny...

Whatever ceases is death,
and the death is ours if it ceases for us.
A bus writhes,
and with it goes part of my life.
In all I've observed,
part of me remained.
Whatever I've seen,
when it passed I passed,
Memory not distinguishing
what I've seen from what I've been...