When We Pass By Another

The Raising Of A Child Is The Building Of A Cathedral. You Can't Cut Corners.

I've Purposely Stayed Away From Reading Much About Postmodern Theory, And Most Everything I Have Read Just Bored Me To Tears. I Don't Think Anybody's Written About It, Or Very Few Have, With Any Verve.

I See Colors Like You Hear Jet Planes.

No One’s Forcing You To Do This. You Willingly Tie Yourself To These Leashes. And You Willingly Become Utterly Socially Autistic. You No Longer Pick Up On Basic Human Communication Clues. You’re At A Table With Three Humans, All Of Whom Are Looking At You And Trying To Talk To You, And You’re Staring At A Screen, Searching For Strangers In Dubai.

I Was Feeling Everything Too Much. Everything Pulled At My Eyes. I Spent Hours Floating In Pools.