My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I

A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story Tries To Find It.

Families Hold Each Other In An Iron Grip Of Definition. One Must Break The Grip, Somehow.

When There's A Terrible Murder People Who Are Interviewed Say, 'this Has Always Been A Quiet Neighborhood.' That Is So Dumb And Uninformed! The Earth Is Not A Quiet Neighborhood. There Isn't Anyplace That's A Quiet Neighborhood. People Are Asking Themselves How To Stay Neat In The Cyclone.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.

Life Is All Getting Used To What You're Not Used To.