I’d Like To Go Out In The

In The Beginning, When I Was Trying To Write, I Couldnt Turn Off The Outside World To The Extent That I Can Now.

A Little Autobiography And A Lot Of Imagination Are Best.

The Smooth Stones You Pick Up And Examine Under The Moon's Light Have Been Made Blue From The Sea. Next Morning When You Pull Them From Your Trouser Pocket, They Are Still Blue.

Get In, Get Out. Don't Linger. Go On.

This Is Awful. I Don't Know What's Going To Happen To Me Or To Anyone Else In The World.