But Nothing Is More Opaque Than Absolute

Show Me A Character Totally Without Anxieties And I Will Show You A Boring Book.

You May Not Be Able To Alter Reality, But You Can Alter Your Attitude Towards It, And This, Paradoxically, Alters Reality. Try It And See.

He Has Been Trying To Sing Love Into Existence Again And He Has Failed

Walking Along Past The Store Windows, Into Which She Peers With Her Usual Eagerness, Her Usual Sense That Maybe, Today, She Will Discover Behind Them Something That Will Truly Be Worth Seeing, She Feels As If Her Feet Are Not On Cement At All But On Ice. The Blade Of The Skate Floats, She Knows, On A Thin Film Of Water, Which It Melts By Pressure And Which Freezes Behind It. This Is The Freedom Of The Present Tense, This Sliding Edge.

I Was Sand, I Was Snow—written On, Rewritten, Smoothed Over.