I Feel Like Cotton Candy: Sugar And

Science Never Makes Things That Do Not Have To Do With What We Feel, By Which I Mean What We Want And What We Fear.

There's Always Something To Occupy The Inquiring Mind.

She Imagines Him Imagining Her. This Is Her Salvation. In Spirit She Walks The City, Traces Its Labyrinths, Its Dingy Mazes: Each Assignation, Each Rendezvous, Each Door And Stair And Bed. What He Said, What She Said, What They Did, What They Did Then. Even The Times They Argued, Fought, Parted, Agonized, Rejoined. How They’d Loved To Cut Themselves On Each Other, Taste Their Own Blood. We Were Ruinous Together, She Thinks. But How Else Can We Live, These Days, Except In The Midst Of Ruin?

Things Written Down Can Cause A Great Deal Of Harm. All Too Often, People Don't Consider That.

I'm Not Senile," I Snapped. "if I Burn The House Down It Will Be On Purpose.