Housing in a small town

..."'ll probably die without a single penny invested in a house."

The death of everything else

"Your mind plays tricks on you, making you think that it was not that long ago; the laughter, the sunlight and warmth, the love."

The death of my father

"... my thoughts generally wandered to the subject of death, the after-life and the surreal nature of the universe."

The death of my cats

"... a series of events which continue to rough me up, beating me over the head until the Universe believes I am purged."