I'm Interested In Themes That

I Grew Up In Seattle, But I Always Knew I Wanted To Leave.

I'm Not An Urban Person.

To Deny That There Was This Dark Side Of Life Would Be Like Pretending That The Cold Of Winter Was Somehow Only A Temporary Illusion, A Way Station On The Way To The Higher "reality" Of Long, Warm, Pleasant Summers. But Summer, It Turned Out, Was No More Real Than The Snow That Melted In Wintertime.

Everybody Has A World, And That World Is Completely Hidden Until We Begin To Inquire. As Soon As We Do, That Entire World Opens To Us And Yields Itself. And You See How Full And Complex It Is.

There's A Certain Nostalgia And Romance In A Place You Left.