I Write And Read With The Assumption

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

There's No Bad Writing; You Did Something. I Was Operating Inside Language, And I Did Something. I'm Not Ashamed Of It.

Wherever There's Capitalism There's This Inclination Toward Simplicity. There's Also A Human Need To Process Complicated Things By Turning Them Into Something Else.

I Had An Epiphany: I Was A Loser.

I Much Preferred Winning To Thinking And I Didn't Like Losing At All.