Doesn't Seem Quite Real. It's Not Meaningful.

Everything Is Barely Weeks. Everything Is Days. We Have Minutes To Live.

It Takes Close Attention To See What Is Happening In Front Of You. It Takes Work, Pious Effort, To See What You Are Looking At.

Writing Is A Concentrated Form Of Thinking...a Young Writer Sees That With Words He Can Place Himself More Clearly Into The World. Words On A Page, That's All It Takes To Help Him Separate Himself From The Forces Around Him, Streets And People And Pressures And Feelings. He Learns To Think About These Things, To Ride His Own Sentences Into New Perceptions.

I Am Ashamed Every Day, And More Ashamed The Next.

...because What's The Meaning Of Doing Dishes If You're Not Driven By Something Beyond Necessity.