Once You've Lived In France, You Don't

Until, Accustomed To Disappointments, You Can Let Yourself Rule And Be Ruled By These Strings Or Emanations That Connect Everything Together, You Haven't Fully Exorcised The Demon Of Doubt That Sets You In Motion Like A Rocking Horse That Cannot Stop Rocking.

I Write With Experiences In Mind, But I Don't Write About Them, I Write Out Of Them.

Not Until It Starts To Stink Does The Inevitable Happen.

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.

In The Increasingly Convincing Darkness The Words Become Palpable, Like A Fruit That Is Too Beautiful To Eat.