Your Life Is Already Artful-waiting,

She Left Me The Way People Leave A Hotel Room. A Hotel Room Is A Place To Be When You Are Doing Something Else. Of Itself It Is Of No Consequence To One's Major Scheme. A Hotel Room Is Convenient. But Its Convenience Is Limited To The Time You Need It While You Are In That Particular Town On That Particular Business; You Hope It Is Comfortable, But Prefer, Rather, That It Be Anoymous. It Is Not, After All, Where You Live.

Your Life Is Already Artful-waiting, Just Waiting, For You To Make It Art.

All Water Has A Perfect Memory And Is Forever Trying To Get Back To Where It Was.

If Happiness Is Anticipation With Certainty, We Were Happy.

Everything I've Ever Done, In The Writing World, Has Been To Expand Articulation, Rather Than To Close It.