When The Fire Goes Out,

Were The Stars Out When I Left The House Last Evening? All I Could Remember Was The Couple In The Skyline Listening To Duran Duran. Stars? Who Remembers Stars? Come To Think Of It, Had I Even Looked Up At The Sky Recently? Had The Stars Been Wiped Out Of The Sky Three Months Ago, I Wouldn’t Have Known.

If You Think Of Someone Enough, You’re Sure To Meet Them Again.

The Best Musicians Transpose Consciousness Into Sound; Painters Do The Same For Color And Shape.

I Think History Is Collective Memories. In Writing, I'm Using My Own Memory, And I'm Using My Collective Memory.

I Feel Like I've Swallowed A Cloudy Sky