I Am Not Quite Myself, I Think.but

There’s So Much I Can’t Read Because I Get So Exasperated. Someone Starts Describing The Character Boarding The Plane And Pulling The Seat Back. And I Just Want To Say, Babe, I Have Been Downtown. I Have Been Up In A Plane. Give Me Some Credit.

I Told Him About The Way They Get To Know You. Not The Way People Do, The Way They Flatter You By Wanting To Know Every Last Thing About You, Only It Isn't A Compliment, It Is Just Efficient, A Person Getting More Quickly To The End Of You. Correction - Dogs Do Want To Know Every Last Thing About You. They Take In The Smell Of You, They Know From The Next Room, Asleep, When A Mood Settles Over You. The Difference Is There's Not An End To It.

Dreams: The Place Most Of Us Get What We Need.

Maybe This Is Not A Come-down-from-the-ledge Story. But I Tell It With The Thought That The Woman On The Ledge Will Ask Herself A Question, The Question That Occurred To That Man In Bogota. He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good?

I Often Feel The Effects Of People Only After They Leave Me.