Hell Is The Special Pain

There's The Ambiguity Of Human Relationships, For Instance. A Relationship Between Two People, Just Like A Sequence Of Words, Is Ambiguous If It Is Open To Different Interpretations. And If Two People Do Have Differing Views About Their Relationship - I Don't Just Mean About Its State, I Mean About Its Very Nature - Then That Difference Can Affect The Entire Course Of Their Lives.

Listen- All That She Was Then, All That She Is Now, Those Gestures, Everything I Remember But Won't Or Can't Articulate Anymore, The Perfect Words That Are Somehow Made Imperfect When Used To Describe Her And All That Should Remain Unsaid About Her- It Is All Unsupported By Reason. I Know That. But That Enigmatic Calm That Attaches Itself To People In The Presence Of Reason- It's Something From Which I Haven't Been Able To Take Comfort, Not Reliably, Not Since Her.

What Else Is Life From The Time You Were Born But A Struggle To Matter, At Least To Someone?

You Were Trying To Tell Me Something And I Was Trying To Tell You Something Else. We Didn't Trust Each Other And That Was Reason Enough To Make Each Of Us Right.

As My Name Might Suggest, I'm Jewish. My Grandparents Were Polish And Russian Jews Who Came To Australia In The Late 1920s, And Had They Not, We Wouldn't Be Talking Now.