It's A Wonderful Thing, As A Writer,

I Thought About Moving South, About Continuing To Run, Continuing To Pretend I Was Alive. But It Was, I Knew Now, Much Too Late For That. There Are Doors, After All, Between The Living And The Dead, And They Swing In Both Directions.

Wherever You Go, You Take Yourself With You.

Time Is Fluid Here', Said The Demon.

You Hurt. It's Okay. I Hurt Too. Hold My Hand.

What Are These Fundamental Principles, If They Are Not Atoms?" "stories. And They Give Me Hope.