Reading Is The Most Rewarding Form Of

Walking The Streets Of Charleston In The Late Afternoons Of August Was Like Walking Through Gauze Or Inhaling Damaged Silk.

My Father Wouldn't Let Me Take Typing In Childhood.

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

These Are The Quicksilver Moments Of My Childhood I Cannot Remember Entirely. Irresistible And Emblematic, I Can Recall Them Only In Fragments And Shivers Of The Heart.