And I See That Not Touching For

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands.

I Get Rational When I Panic.

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

If It's True Your Life Flashes Past Your Eyes Before You Die, Then It Is Also The Truth That Your Life Rushes Forth When You Are Ready To Start To Truly Be Alive.

I'm Not First And Foremost Interested In Story And The What-happens, But I'm Interested In Who's Telling It And How They're Telling It And The Effects Of Whatever Happened On The Characters And The People.