It Was A Long Time

Perhaps We Are On An Insula Ex Machina, An Artificial Place Not In The Real World At All -- A Backdrop For The Stories We Must Tell.

Because I Write Fiction, I Don't Write Autobiography, And To Me They Are Very Different Things. The First-person Narrative Is A Very Intimate Thing, But You Are Not Addressing Other People As 'i' - You Are Inhabiting That 'i.'

I Can't Help But Think That It's An Unfortunate Custom To Name Children After People Who Come To Sticky Ends. Even If They Are Fictional Characters, It Doesn't Bode Well For The Poor Things. There Are Too Many Judes And Tesses And Clarissas And Cordelias Around. If We Must Name Our Children After Literary Figures Then We Should Search Out Happy Ones, Although It's True They Are Much Harder To Find.

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

Hindsight's A Wonderful Thing. If We All Had It There Would Be No History To Write About.