The Man Has A Theory. The Woman

Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

All Human Desire Is Poised On An Axis Of Paradox, Absence And Presence Its Poles, Love And Hate Its Motive Energies.

Do You Remember When They Taught Cursive In Schools? I Think They Don't Anymore. But I Still Enjoy It - Just The Physical Act And All The - The Whole Business Of Making A Thing Out Of Language.

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

We're Talking About The Struggle To Drag A Thought Over From The Mush Of The Unconscious Into Some Kind Of Grammar, Syntax, Human Sense; Every Attempt Means Starting Over With Language. Starting Over With Accuracy.