Debt Is Not Just A Money Thing.

You Refuse To Own Yourself, You Permit Others To Do It For You

My Good Intentions Are Completely Lethal.

Writers Are Much Better Behaved Nowadays, For A Couple Of Reasons. Once Upon A Time Nobody Was Thinking Of A Career, Unless You Lived In New York, So There Wasn't As Much Pressure To Present A Respectable Exterior. And Secondly, There Was No Social Media. So If You Were Found Face Down On The Floor - People Did Do That Quite A Bit; Usually Men, But Not Always - Or Fell Through Plate Glass Windows Or Got Into Scrapes, It Became A Rumor, And Rumors Are Hard To Pin Down.

More And More I Feel Like A Letter—deposited Here, Collected There. But A Letter Addressed To No One.

How Easy It Is, Treachery. You Just Slide Into It.