Fiction Is The Only Way I Know

She Has Given Birth To Vagabonds. She Is The Keeper Of All These Names And Numbers Now, Numbers She Once Knew By Heart, Numbers And Addresses Her Children No Longer Remember.

I Wanted To Pull Away From The Things That Marked My Parents As Being Different.

She Is Stunned That In This Town There Are No Sidewalks To Speak Of, No Streetlights, No Public Transportation, No Stores For Miles At At A Time.

Pack A Pillow And Blanket And See As Much Of The World As You Can.you Will Not Regret It.

It Is A Magical Thing For A Handful Of Words, Artfully Arranged, To Stop Time. To Conjure A Place, A Person, A Situation, In All Its Specificity And Dimensions. To Affect Us And Alter Us, As Profoundly As Real People And Things Do.