If You Go To Tokyo, I Think

Your Life Must Now Run The Course That's Been Set For It.

It Was Like When You Make A Move In Chess And Just As You Take Your Finger Off The Piece, You See The Mistake You've Made, And There's This Panic Because You Don't Know Yet The Scale Of Disaster You've Left Yourself Open To.

What Is The Point Of Worrying Oneself Too Much About What One Could Or Could Not Have Done To Control The Course One's Life Took? Surely It Is Enough That The Likes Of You And I At Least Try To Make Our Small Contribution Count For Something True And Worthy. And If Some Of Us Are Prepared To Sacrifice Much In Life In Order To Pursue Such Aspirations, Surely That In Itself, Whatever The Outcome, Cause For Pride And Contentment.

It Was Like There Was Some Parallel Universe We All Vanished Off To Where We Had All This Sex.

There's A Practical Problem About Time And Energy, And A More Subtle Problem Of What It Does To A Writer's Head, To Continually Analyze Why They Write, Where It All Comes From, Where It's Going To.