Time Is Light, Time Is

Time Is Light, Time Is Dark. You Either Dance, Or You Fall.

I Write Against Violence. I Write Against Fascism. I Write Against One Person Dominating Another.

Literature Was Intended To Be Dangerous. Art Was Meant To Be Dangerous. Ideas Were Nothing If They Were Not Dangerous.

... Too Much Brooding, Not Enough Doing.

All Of This Happened A Long Time Ago. But Not So Long Ago That Everyone Who Played A Part In It Is Dead. Some Can Still Be Met In Dark Old Rooms With Nurses In Attendance.