By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

It Is Always Difficult, Even With The Best Will In The World, To Look Back A Long Way And See Anything Resembling The Truth.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.

When I Was 18 Years Old, In A More Innocent Time, My First Backpacking Trip Through Europe, I Sneaked Into The Temple Of Saturn In The Roman Forum After Nightfall And Spent Several Hours In There Avoiding The Guards Patrolling.