Love Is Art, Not Truth. It’s Like

I Want To Pretend There's Such A Thing As Requited Love. As The Endurance Of Love.

Usually She Ordered A Cup Of Coffee And A Cup Of Tea, As Well As A Brownie, Propping Up Her Sadness With Chocolate And Caffeine So That It Became An Anxiety.

It Is Like Having A Book Out From The Library. It Is Like Constantly Having A Book Out From The Library.

Don't Make Your Own Life Your Project In Your Own Life: Total Waste Of Time.

But Family Life Sometimes Had A Vortex, Like Weather. It Could Be Like A Tornado In A Quiet Zigzag: Get Close Enough And You Might See Within It A Spinning Eighteen-wheeler And A Woman.