I Just Want Fiction To Remain A

My Parents Were Constantly Afraid They Would Lose Their Jobs. The Idea That We Were Always A Paycheck Away From Disaster Was Drilled Into Me.

Let's See If I Can Write About Something Other Than My Heart.

My Parents Were Kind Enough To Spend Hours Talking To Me.

The Fading Light Is Us, And We Are, For A Moment So Brief (...) Beautiful.

Reading Is Difficult. People Just Aren't Meant To Read Anymore. We're In A Post-literate Age. You Know, A Visual Age. How Many Years After The Fall Of Rome Did It Take For A Dante To Appear? Many, Many Years.