The Fiction Im Most Interested In Has

Dreams, You Know, Are What You Wake Up From.

Woke Up This Morning With A Terrific Urge To Lie In Bed All Day And Read. Fought Against It For A Minute. Then Looked Out The Window At The Rain. And Gave Over. Put Myself Entirely In The Keep Of This Rainy Morning. Would I Live My Life Over Again? Make The Same Unforgivable Mistakes? Yes, Given Half A Chance. Yes.

Happiness. It Comes On Unexpectedly. And Goes Beyond, Really, Any Early Morning Talk About It.

It's Strange. You Never Start Out Life With The Intention Of Becoming A Bankrupt Or An Alcoholic Or A Cheat And A Thief. Or A Liar.

Fiction Shows The External Effects Of Internal Conditions. Be Aware Of The Tension Between Internal And External Movement.