Beware, O Wanderer, The Road Is Walking

I'm Actually Forced To Write About Michigan Because As A Native Of That State It's The Place I Know Best.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

It Is Easy To Forget That In The Main We Die Only Seven Times More Slowly Than Our Dogs.

I Write Novellas Because I Don't Like Loose Sprawling Prose.

I Can Maintain My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Existence Only By Understanding My Own Limitations And Losing My Self-importance.