I Realize I Will Never Hear From

I Don't Have Any Real Goals Except To Follow One Good Sentence With Another... I'm Not The Kind Of Writer Who Has A Map.

You Did The Best You Could," And She Seemed To Believe I Had. I Said, "i've Just Been Going Through The Motions," Using The Expression My Father Had After He'd Watched My First Tennis Lesson. "sweetie," She Said, "that's What A Lot Of Life Is.

You Will Say Good-bye For All The Right Reasons. You're Tired Of Living In Wait For His Apocalypse. You Have Your Own Fight On Your Hands, And Though It's No Bigger Or More Noble Than His, It Will Require All Of Your Energy. It's You Who Has To Hold On To Earth. You Have To Tighten Your Grip -- Which Means Letting Go Of Him.

Time. There Seems To Be Vast Quantities Of The Stuff Spooling Around Me In All Directions, Everywhere I Look. Days And Hours. Weeks And Minutes. Years. The Hard Part, Ive Discovered, Is Filling It.

She Seems Sort Of Lost.' I Thought, Lost How? How Am I Lost? Suddenly I Felt Lost.