The Details Of The World In Which

I Knew That At Least A Few Of The Stars I Saw Were Probably Gone Already, Collapsed Into Nothing. I Felt Like I Was Looking At A Lie. But I Didn't Mind. The World Makes Liars Of Us All.

The Details Of The World In Which We Live Are Always Secondary To The Fact That We Must Live In Them.

The World Makes Liars Of Us All.

It Reminded Me Of Talking, How What Is Said Is Never Quite What Was Thought, And What Is Heard Is Never Quite What Was Said. It Wasn’t Much In The Way Of Comfort, But Everything Has A Little Failure In It, And We Still Make Do Somehow.

Noises And Smells, Those Can Bring Back Powerful Memories. I Remember When I Was Going To School One Fourth Of July, And There Were A Lot Of Fireworks Going Off. I Knew That I Was In Richmond. I Knew That I Was A College Student. But I Thought People Were Shooting At Me.