Once You Get That Instinct

All My Adult Life, If I Didn't Have Several Hours A Day To Sit In A Room By Myself, I Would Get Antsy And Irritable.

We Were Language's Magpies By Nature, Stealing Whatever Sounded Bright And Shiny.

Home Has Become Such A Scattered, Damaged, Various Concept In Our Present Travails. There Is So Much To Yearn For. There Are So Few Rainbows Any More.

Now I Know What A Ghost Is. Unfinished Business, That's What.

What Grows Best In The Heat: Fantasy; Unreason; Lust.