On The Worst Days, I Don't Feel

One Of The Glories And Terrors Of Working In Public Is That You Do See If Your Output Means Anything To Anyone.

Expiring For Love Is Beautiful But Stupid.

I Was Hesitant To Approach People. I'm Socially Awkward. But I Was Working On A Number Of Memorials, And Finally It Dawned On Me: These Are Memorials To People Who Wrote, So I Should Use Their Writing. That's How I Started To Quit.

Abuse Of Power Comes As No Surprise

Expressing Anger Is Necessary.