If The Sad Truth Be

A Library Should Be Like A Pair Of Open Arms.

Slum Kids Die Slowly, Their Lives Eroded At So Languid A Pace That Even They Would Have Trouble Tracing The Disintegration. To The Children Of War Death Explodes Like A Car Bomb.

The Constitution Is More Than Literature, But As Literature, It Is Primarily A Work Of The Imagination. It Imagined A Country: Fantastic. More Fantastic Still, It Imagined A Country Full Of People Imagining Themselves.

For Those At Home, As Well As For Those In Battle, War Is Curiously Disabling. The Mere Realization That One's Country Is At War Poisons The Bloodstream, Creates An Incessant Mood Of Worry That Infiltrates Even The Most Casual Moments.

The Only Reason I Wanted 'making Toast' As The Title Is That It Is A Simple Gesture Of Moving On. Every Morning There's The Bread And You Make The Toast And You Start The Day.