The Truth Is, It's Not

Mystery. The Strangeness Of Place So Necessary To Some Creative Spirits. A Perfect Mixture Of The Classical Utopia And The Pagan Mystery.

Luckily, Even As A Young Man Not Yet Become Himself, John Bridgens Had Two Things Besides Indecision That Kept Him From Self-destruction - Books And A Sense Of Irony.

Human Beings Have Only That Confusing Mass Of Chemically Driven Neurological Storage To Rely On. They're All Subjective And Emotion-tinged. How Can They Trust Any Of Their Memories?

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

Prison Always Has Been A Good Place For Writers, Killing, As It Does, The Twin Demons Of Mobility And Diversion