Only The Ship Is Made

I Have Absurdly Vivid Dreams.

Where Do You Get Your Ideas? People Ask. Sometimes They’re At The Bottoms Of Cups Of Tea. Sometimes They’re Lurking In My Shower. Sometimes They’re Waiting Patiently In Glass Cases In Museums.

I Couldn't Tell The Difference Between What Was Real And What I Wanted To Be Real.

I Suppose There Will Never Be A Lack Of Things To Say, Of Stories To Be Told And Shared.

Why Haven’t You Asked Me How I Do My Tricks?” Celia Asks, Once They Have Reached The Point Where She Is Certain He Is Not Simply Being Polite About The Matter. “because I Do Not Wish To Know,” He Says. “i Prefer To Remain Unenlightened, To Better Remain In The Dark.