There Are So Many Things We've Been

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

I've Never Had Any Intentions About Anything. That's Why I Am Where I Am Today, Which Is Neither Here Nor There, In A Literal Sense.

I Tend To Be Rather Inconsequential And Trail Off.

I Don't Think Anything Might Have Been. What Is, Is.

All The Things You Can Talk About In Anyone's Work Are The Things That Are Least Important.