Let The World Move Along As It

In My Younger Days, I Was Trying To Write Sophisticated Prose And Fantastic Stories.

And As We Live Our Lives We Discover - Drawing Toward Us The Thin Threads Attached To Each - What Has Been Lost. I Closed My Eyes And Tried To Bring To Mind As Many Beautiful Lost Things As I Could. Drawing Them Closer, Holding On To Them.

It Seems To Me That Very Sad Things Always Contain An Element Of The Comical

I Had My Jazz Club And I Had Enough Money. So I Didn't Have To Write For My Living.

Beyond The Edge Of The World There’s A Space Where Emptiness And Substance Neatly Overlap, Where Past And Future Form A Continuous, Endless Loop. And, Hovering About, There Are Signs No One Has Ever Read, Chords No One Has Ever Heard.