I Love To Write, So It Rarely

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

The Loneliness Of Another Can Be Shocking When It Lays Itself Bare Without Warning.

Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

What Molds Us Is What Maims Us.

But I Often Think We Talk Way Too Much In This Society, That We Consider Verbalization A Panacea That It Very Often Is Not, And That We Turn A Blind Eye To The Sort Of Morbid Self-absorption That Becomes A Predictable By-product Of It.