Taste ... Is A Matter Of Taste

There Is A Type Of Writer That Can Happily Bury Themselves In The Country And Dig Very Deep, But I'm Not Like That.

There Aren't Many Shy Writers Left.

Your Presence Here Is Is Only A Matter Of Conducting An Experiment In Limits, Reminding Yourself Of What You Aren’t.

You Keep Thinking That With Practice You Will Eventually Get The Knack Of Enjoying Superficial Encounters, That You Will Stop Looking For The Universal Solvent, Stop Grieving. You Will Learn To Compound Happiness Out Of Small Increments Of Mindless Pleasure.

I Love To Imagine Inside The Head Of A Woman.