I Walk Wherever My Errands Take Me.

When You Say 'mother' Or 'father' You Describe Three Different Phenomena. There Is The Giant Who Made You And Loomed Over Your Early Years; There Is Whatever More Human-scale Version Might Have Been Possible To Perceive Later And Maybe Even Befriend; And There Is The Internalized Version Of The Parent With Whom You Struggle- To Appease, To Escape, To Be Yourself, To Understand And Be Understood By- And They Make Up A Chaotic And Contradictory Trinity.

Time Itself Is Our Tragedy And Most Of Us Are Fighting Some Kind Of War Against It.

To Hope Is To Give Yourself To The Future - And That Commitment To The Future Is What Makes The Present Inhabitable.

Space--as Landscape, Terrain, Spectacle, Experience--has Vanished.

We Have Only The Language For Fun And Miserable, And Maybe We Need Language For Deep And Shallow, Meaningful And Meaningless.