Birth, Life, And Death― Each Took Place

I'm Not Entangled In Shaping My Work According To Other People's Views Of How I Should Have Done It.

You Free. Nothing And Nobody Is Obliged To Save You But You.

Home Is Memory, Home Is Your History, Home Is Where You Work. Some People Want To Abandon It And Become Truly Local. But The Questions Are All There.

Sunk In The Grass Of An Empty Lot On A Spring Saturday, I Split The Stems Of Milkweed And Thought About Ants And Peach Pits And Death And Where The World Went When I Closed My Eyes.

Make A Difference About Something Other Than Yourselves.