…my Solitude Is My Treasure, The Best

In Our World Of Sleek Flesh And Collagen, Botox And Liposuction, What We Most Fear Is The Dissolution Of The Body-mind, The Death Of The Brain.

Everything Is Surprising, Rightly Seen.

You Did Not So Much Mind Being -conventionally- Betrayed, If You Were Not Kept In The Dark, Which Was Humiliating, Or Defined Only As A Wife And Dependent Person, Which Was Annihilating.

I Am A Creature Of My Pen. My Pen Is The Best Of Me.

I Do Not Want To Be A Relative And Passive Being, Anywhere. I Want To Live And Love And Write.