I Write Out Of Defiance.

People Don't Make Changes Because Things Are Wonderful.

Friendship Is A Simple Thing, And Yet Complicated; Friendship Is On The Surface, Something Natural, Something Taken For Granted, And Yet Underneath One Could Find Worlds.

The Slave Trade Was Globalism. Why People Insist That Globalism, After Its Hideous History, Is A Good Thing, I Do Not Know.

I'm So Used To Being Misunderstood.

So Much History, If You Or I Were To Write It, Could Seem A Fiction. These Separations, These Lines That Tell Us This Is Fiction Or Non-fiction, That This Is History Or This Is A Novel, Are Often Useless.