Ice Is For Death And Endings.

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

How We Remember Changes How We Have Lived. Time Runs Both Ways. We Make Stories Of Our Lives.

When I Was 18 Years Old, In A More Innocent Time, My First Backpacking Trip Through Europe, I Sneaked Into The Temple Of Saturn In The Roman Forum After Nightfall And Spent Several Hours In There Avoiding The Guards Patrolling.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?