As A Writer, Putting Words On The

But What She Was Really Trying To Say Was This: I Like Music Better Than Anything In The World, After You.

Years Were Passing Through The Spaces Between Moments.

I Wanted So Much To Have A Life. Even Just Once, Even For A Second.

I Got Tired, I Told Him. Not Worn Out, But Worn Through. Like One Of Those Wives Who Wakes Up One Morning And Says I Can't Bake Any More Bread.

Maybe I'll Try To Be More Patient With Morons.