Eventually, Everything Gets Stuck Between A Pair

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.

We Are Too Kind, Too Willing--too Unwilling Too--reaching Out Blindly With A Grasping Hand But Not Knowing How To Ask For What We Don't Even Know We Want.

The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A Torment.

I'm Concerned About The Unknowability Of Other People.

This Is Why I Read Novels: So I Can Escape My Own Unrelenting Monologue.