What The Hell Is Instant? Nothing Is

Margo Always Loved Mysteries. And In Everything That Came Afterward, I Could Never Stop Thinking That Maybe She Loved Mysteries So Much That She Became One.

But There's So Much To Do: Cigarettes To Smoke, Sex To Have, Swings To Swing On.

We Fell. We Got Up. We Ran.

Language Buries, But Does Not Resurrect.

It Always Shocked Me When I Realized That I Wasn’t The Only Person In The World Who Thought And Felt Such Strange And Awful Things.