In the dreams, they're always younger than me, and they're always frantic.
They're trying to solve something, the way my brother is.
I'm not looking to solve anything. My brother is obsessed with how much time he has left. He dyed his beard, and wants to do all these crazy things.
You know what I'm going to do? Wait for the next life.
I have no sense of having missed out. There's no urge to make up for things.