Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

Romance Never Does Go Out Of Fashion. It's Radical. But It's Out Of Step With The Current Media Culture.

[bob] Dylan Crashed His Motorcycle In 1967, And Almost Died. A Few Years Ago, He Referred To The Experience As A "transfiguration."

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.