One Forgets That One Is One. I

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.

...life's Big. If You Can't Fix It, Give It A Spin.

...and There You Have It, Another Body On The Floor Surrounded By Things That Don't Mean Much To Anyone Except To The One Who Can't Take Any Of Them Along.

I Still Get Nightmares. In Fact, I Get Them So Often I Should Be Used To Them By Now. I'm Not. No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.

Stories Heard But Not Recalled. Letters Too. Words Filling My Head. Fragmenting Like Artillery Shells. Shrapnel, Like Syllables, Flying Everywhere. Terrible Syllables. Sharp Cracked. Traveling At Murderous Speed. Tearing Through It All In A Very, Very Bad Inreparable Way.