How Shameful. How Predictable! How Insipid. And

... What I Fear In Writing Is The Safe Decision.

I Resolved To Move Just A Little Bit More Slowly Through The World, To Look Around Myself With Greater Care, And To Try To Remain Conscious Of All That Was Going On Around Me At All Times.

That Process By Which You Become A Writer Is A Pretty Lonely One. We Don't Have A Group Apprenticeship Like A Violinist Might Training For An Orchestra.

The World Changes, We Do Not, Therein Lies The Irony That Kills Us.

Who Knows What The Hell A Government Is Or What The Hell A Government Does.