It Was A Way Of Recognizing Places

Birds Were Like Dinosaurs' Better Selves. They Had Short Lives And Long Summers. We All Should Be So Lucky As To Leave Behind Such Heirs.

It Was A Way Of Recognizing Places Of Enchantment: People Falling Asleep Like This.

An Ink Bottle, Which Now Seems Impossibly Quaint, Was Still Thinkable As A Symbol In 1970.

Reading Enables Me To Maintain A Sense Of Something Substantive– My Ethical Integrity, My Intellectual Integrity.

Imagine That Human Existence Is Defined By An Ache: The Ache Of Our Not Being, Each Of Us, The Center Of The Universe; Of Our Desires Forever Outnumbering Our Means Of Satisfying Them.