Sometimes, In Life, Nothing Happens. But, Sometimes,

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.

Ultimately, You Can Only Ever Write What You Know. It's Logically And Philosophically Impossible To Write What You Don't Know.

I Write Articles, And I Do Profiles Of Members Of Organizations And Associations.

This Is Not My Life. These Are Not My Cobwebs. This Is Not The Darkness I Was Designed For.