It Remains Unbelievable To Me That I

Sometimes It Can Feel Like The Whole Globe Is Spinning With Irredeemable Losses, Capricious Natural Disasters And Crimes So Outrageously Evil They Dismantle Any Attempt To Solve Or Explain Them.

I Didn’t Realize That One Tragedy Can Beget Another, And Another — Bright-eyed Disasters Flooding Out Of A Death Hole Like Bats Out Of A Cave.

I Want A Real Encounter With Something True And Disconcerting About Peoples' Natures.

If You're Short On Time, That Would Be The Two-word Version Of Our Story: We Fell.

I'm Probably A Lot Closer Than Perhaps The Contents Of My Early Fiction Suggest To A Jaded Denny's Waitress With Smoker's-lung-black Humor Than A Ghost Hunter.