Accept The Past As Past, Without Denying

This Is A Story About A Man Named Eddie And It Begins At The End, With Eddie Dying In The Sun.

You Can Know The Whole World And Still Feel Lost In It.

People Often Belittle The Place Where They Were Born.

All Parents Damage Their Children. It Cannot Be Helped.

I Always Look For A "rhythm" In My Writing. A Cadence To The Sentences. Sometimes I Think Of Pieces I Write In A Song Writing Infrastructure - I.e., A Verse, A Chorus That I Return To, A Bridge That's Something Differenct, A Chorus That I Return To.