I Remember My Comic Strips Being Called

What Is An Idea Made Of? Of Future, Past And Also Meanwhile.

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

The Thing That Really Struck Me When I Went To Junior High Was Class. I Grew Up On A Pretty Poor Street, But The School District I Was In Included Some Fine Neighborhoods - So I Got To Know A Couple Of The Kids From Those Places And Went To Their Houses And Experienced Such Culture Shock.

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.