That’s The Nice Thing About Dreams, The

People Take The Feeling Of Full For Granted.

After A Lifetime Of Silence, It Is Difficult Then To Speak.

I'm A Driven Perfectionist, Very Self-critical.

And It's California, Where Everything Is Powerfully Strange. Everyone Wants It To Be Home. Everyone Left Where He Or She Was From With Dreams Of Transformation. Everyone Runs Away To California At Least Once, Or At Least All The Lonely, Hungry People Do.

The Joy Is An Absurd Yellow Tulip, Popping Up In My Life, Contradicting All The Evidence That Shows It Should Not Be There.