No, I’m not in the dust yet. I don’t want to rush anywhere, I have a lot of plans in my head. A moth that flew through the open window tonight reminded him of his own mortality. He could see all the past years before his eyes… I’ve had a great and full life. He glanced around and then looked at the moth fluttering in the air. You’re like a herald who brings the message that wherever I go, I’ll keep dreaming. There is nothing to fear.