Despair Is Easy, Or At Least Low

Solitude In The City Is About The Lack Of Other People Or Rather Their Distance Beyond A Door Or Wall, But In Remote Places It Isn’t An Absence But The Presence Of Something Else, A Kind Of Humming Silence In Which Solitude Seems As Natural To Your Species As To Any Other, Words Strange Rocks You May Or May Not Turn Over.

How Will You Go About Finding That Thing The Nature Of Which Is Totally Unknown To You?" (plato) The Things We Want Are Transformative, And We Don’t Know Or Only Think We Know What Is On The Other Side Of That Transformation. Love, Wisdom, Grace, Inspiration- How Do You Go About Finding These Things That Are In Some Ways About Extending The Boundaries Of The Self Into Unknown Territory, About Becoming Someone Else?

Violence Always Seems To Me The Worst Form Of Tyranny. It Deprives People Of Their Rights, Including The Right To Live.

I Sometimes Wonder What Those Of Us Who Are Writers Would Become In A Nonliterary Culture - Storytellers? Hermits?

Time Itself Is Our Tragedy And Most Of Us Are Fighting Some Kind Of War Against It.