I End Up Writing Something Every Day,

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.

When I Look At My Old Pictures, All I Can See Is What I Used To Be But Am No Longer. I Think: What I Can See Is What I Am Not.

We Apply The Language That Is Comforting And Comfortable And Familiar In Order To Grasp That Which Confuses And Scares Us. That Is The First Step Toward Cliché And Stereotype, As They're Comforting Devices. They Reduce The Confusing World To The Already Familiar. We're Always Smoothing Out The Bumps Of Actual Living To Turn It Into Narratable Life.

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

I Want To Change Something. I Want To Stop The Germs From Attacking My Daughters.