Which Reminds Me

Yes, theoretically speaking, I could drive all the way to New York City and find Mark playing piano for a dancer lineup, and there I would find him surrounded by a hundred or more cloned copies of his students Sharon, Debbie, Rose, Lynda, who are the only people he probably remember much of anything about because they were in that class he taught at our college. But I was never in that class so I will always be at a loss to understand what that was about, which is just one of those limitations of human life, that we can never know all about everything. Few are the choices we are given. And if we run out of choices there is just nothing else to be done about that.