I Go Around The World, Working With

Of Course It's Trivial, But Then Most Things Are.

I Don't Have A Great Intellect, And I Can't Compete With People Who Do. I Feel Certain Things. And All I Know, And All I Can Do, Is What I Feel.

All You Have Is The Writer's Imagination. You Have A Very Limited Time To Take This Imaginary Person And Bring The Details Of Their Life, As You Perceive Them, To Life. You Attempt To Do To That As Fully And As Vibrantly As You Can. It's Depressing To Read How Much You've Failed. And It's Not Even Particularly Instructive Or Necessary To Read How You Succeeded Because In The End Don't You Have To Judge That?

I Don't Throw Things Or Yell.

It's Tough To Figure Out How Do We Compete In Europe And North America, When Obviously A Living Wage For Us Is Very Different Than A Living Wage In Indonesia.