And My Problem Was That I Always

We Look Too Much To Museums. The Sun Coming Up In The Morning Is Enough.

There Are Few Things In The World As Dangerous As Sleepwalkers.

The World Is Just As Concrete, Ornery, Vile, And Sublimely Wonderful As Before, Only Now I Better Understand My Relation To It And It To Me.

I Was Looking For Myself And Asking Everyone Except Myself Questions Which I, And Only I, Could Answer.

What And How Much Had I Lost By Trying To Do Only What Was Expected Of Me Instead Of What I Myself Had Wished To Do?