Now, There's Just So Much Imagery. Imagine

I'm A Nostalgic Person And I Really Like Rehashing And Digging Around The Mental Trunks.

I Think That's More A Reflection Of The Fact I've Never Been A Student Of Any Particular School Of Writing, Or Even Listening.

Be Alone Even When There's A Million People Around, Because Tomorrow It Will Be A Different Million People.

No Matter Who Weaves In And Out Of Your Life, Regardless Of The Quality Of Those Deep Friendships And Familyships, I'm The Only Common Denominator At This Point Who's Been With Me The Whole Time. And There's This Sense Of Trying To Make Sense Of That Ultimate Solitude. It's Not A Negative Or Even A Positive. It's Just A Fact.

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.