I'm Surprised, But I'm Glad, I Realise

All The Emails I Get These Days Start With Sorry But I've Been So Busy, And I Don't Understand How We Can Be So Busy And Then Have Nothing To Say To Each Other.

Now That I've Had A Book Published, It Is Quite Validating, But A Bit Embarrassing.

He Thinks About Her, At This Moment, In Her House, A Few Thin Walls Away, Packing Her Life Into Boxes And Bags And He Wonders What Memories She Is Rediscovering, What Thoughts Are Catching In Her Mouth Like The Dust Blown From Unused Textbooks. He Wonders If She Has Buried Any Traces Of Herself Under Her Floorboards. He Wonders What Those Traces Would Be If She Had. And He Wonders Again Why He Thinks About Her So Much When He Knows So Little To Think About.

There Are So Many People In The World, And I Want To Know Them All But I Don’t Even Know My Next-door Neighbor’s Name.

People Seem To Be Losing Their Sense Of Boundaries More And More, What People Are Willing To Put Up On The Internet, Especially Blogs. People Seem To Assume That Only Their Friends Are Going To Read It But Anyone In The World Could Read It At Any Time.