I Don't Have A Love Life. I

To Write A Short Story, You Have To Be Able To Stay Up All Night.

Things Between Us Were Dissolving Like An Ice Cub In A Glass: The Smaller It Got, The Faster It Disappeared.

Love Is The Answer, Said The Songs, And That's Ok. It Was Ok, I Supposed, As An Answer. But No More Than That. It Was Not A Solution; It Wasn't Really Even An Answer, Just A Reply.

I Don't Have A Love Life. I Have A Like Life.

Surrealism Could Not Be Made Up. It Was The Very Electricity Of The Real.