A Handful Of Crumpled Stars

Even An Obvious Fabrication Is Some Comfort When You Have Few Others.

When You're Young, You Think Everything You Do Is Disposable. You Move From Now To Now, Crumpling Time Up In Your Hands, Tossing It Away. You're Your Own Speeding Car. You Think You Can Get Rid Of Things, And People Too—leave Them Behind. You Don't Yet Know About The Habit They Have, Of Coming Back. Time In Dreams Is Frozen. You Can Never Get Away From Where You've Been.

Time Rises And Rises, And When It Reaches The Level Of Your Eyes You Drown.

If You Disagree With Your Government, That's Political. If You Disagree With Your Government That Is Approaching Theocracy, Then You're Evil.

Why Do Men Feel Threatened By Women?