Every Mode Of Travel Has Its Signature

All Good Research-whether For Science Or For A Book-is A Form Of Obsession.

Gravity Disappears Again, And We Rise Up Off The Floor Like Spooks From A Grave. It's Like The Rapture In Here Every Thirty Seconds.

The Way I See It, Being Dead Is Not Terribly Far Off From Being On A Cruise Ship. Most Of Your Time Is Spent Lying On Your Back. The Brain Has Shut Down. The Flesh Begins To Soften. Nothing Much New Happens, And Nothing Is Expected Of You.

I Walk Up And Down The Rows. The Heads Look Like Rubber Halloween Masks. They Also Look Like Human Heads, But My Brain Has No Precedent For Human Heads On Tables Or In Roasting Pans Or Anywhere Other Than On Top Of A Human Bodies, And So I Think It Has Chosen To Interpret The Sight In A More Comforting Manner. - Here We Are At The Rubber Mask Factory. Look At The Nice Men And Woman Working On The Masks.

Softball Is The Reason Washing Machines And Bleach Are So Popular. Don't Think So? Just Ask A Softball Mom.