There Was A Beautiful Time In The

What Is An Imaginary Friend? Are There Also Imaginary Enemies?

You Keep Seeing Your Picture On Posters That You Are Missing But You're Not. That'd Be Weird, Right? Or Say You Look Down At The Sidewalk And Earthworms Are Spelling Your Name. Or You Open A Peanut Bag And The 'hello' Is Written In Your Writing On The Inside Of The Shell. Would That Weird Ya?

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.

When You Start To Think Of The Arts As Not This Thing That Is Going To Get You Somewhere In Terms Of Becoming An Artist Or Becoming Famous Or Whatever It Is That People Do, But Rather A Way Of Making Being In The World Not Just Bearable, But Fascinating, Then It Starts To Get Interesting Again.

I Grew Up In A House That Had A Whole Lot Of Trouble. As Much Trouble As You Could Imagine.