She Was Hearing Everything That Went On

It Was A Strange Feeling, Like Touching A Void.

Your Heart Is Like A Great River After A Long Spell Of Rain, Spilling Over Its Banks. All Signposts That Once Stood On The Ground Are Gone, Inundated And Carried Away By That Rush Of Water. And Still The Rain Beats Down On The Surface Of The River. Every Time You See A Flood Like That On The News You Tell Yourself: That’s It. That’s My Heart.

I Was Dying. Like All The Other People Who Live In This World.

My Priority Is My Books, At Least At This Point. What I Have To Do Is Write The Narrative Of This Time.

I Can't Understand Nothingness. I Can't Understand It And I Can't Imagine It.