One of Sullivan's readers shares this excerpt from the teenage diary of his late brother-in-law, an accomplished artist in San Francisco, who later died of the plague in 1990.
Laughter is when the top of your head is gone and sunshine and happiness pour out because you understand yourself ...
Crying is when the top of your head is gone and pain pours out because you are confused and alone ...
Creating is when the top of your head is gone and ideas and love come out ...
Work is when someone glues your head back on and you have to take out the trash.
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