The Past After All Is

The Title Always Comes Last. What I Really Work Hard On Is The Beginning. Where Do You Begin? In What Tone Do You Begin? I Almost Have To Have A Scene In My Mind.

A Nation That Forgets Its Past Can Function No Better Than An Individual With Amnesia.

I Would Pay To Do What I Do If I Had To.

I Write On The Typewriter. I Like It Because I Like The Feeling Of Making Something With My Hands. I Like Pressing The Key And A Letter Comes Up And Is Printed On A Piece Of Paper. I Can Understand That.

I've Always Been Dissatisfied, I Know That. But Lately I Find That I Reek Of Discontentment. It Fills My Throat, And It Floods My Brain. And Sometimes I Fear There Is No Longer A Dream, But Only The Discontentment.