Everyone Has To Scratch On Walls Somewhere

I Promised To Tell You How One Falls In Love.

How We Are Almost Nothing. We Think, In Our Youth, We Are The Centre Of The Universe, But We Simply Respond, Go This Way Or That By Accident, Survive Or Improve By The Luck Of The Draw, With Little Choice Or Determination On Our Part.

He Has Been Disassembled By Her. And If She Has Brought Him To This, What Has He Brought Her To?

Kirpal's Left Hand Swoops Down And Catches The Dropped Fork An Inch From The Floor And Gently Passes It Into The Fingers Of His Daughter, A Wrinkle At The Edge Of His Eyes Behind His Spectacles.

Research Can Be A Big Clunker. It's Difficult To Know How You Can Make The Historical Light.