There Is No Ideal World For You

We're Fumbling In The Dark, But At Least We're In Motion.

I Think We Crushed Ourselves Down Over The Centuries. Buried Ourselves Under Greed And Hate And Whatever Other Sins We Could Find Until Our Souls Finally Hit The Rock Bottom Of The Universe. And Then They Scraped A Hole Through It, Into Some ... Darker Place.

I Would Like My Life To Be A Movie So I Could Cut To A Montage.

Are My Words Ever Actually Audible, Or Do They Just Echo In My Head While People Stare At Me, Waiting?

I've Always Been Interested In Writing From The Perspective Of An Outsider.