I Would Read. I Would Explore

In Ten Years Time I’ll Be… (dead) Sixty.

If You Dare Nothing, Then When The Day Is Over, Nothing Is All You Will Have Gained.

The Converse Held Reassuringly True: Daylight Was Safe. Daylight Was Always Safe.

I'm Sure There's An Alternate Universe Where I Got To Become A Pulpy Science Fiction Writer.

I Don't Think It Would Be Fun To Write After Inhaling Art Fumes. (what Are Art Fumes?) No, I Just Make Stuff Up. It's Easier That Way.