There Is Travel And There Are Babies;

All I Ever Wanted Was To Know What To Do.

Loneliness Is Just A Thing That I'm Not Personally Interested In. So Far, It Hasn't Been On My Docket Of Things To Write About.

He Was Feeling Buoyant, Flexible. He Wanted To Go Jogging. He Stood. He Couldn't Go Jogging. He Called Room Service And Ordered A Basket Of Breads And Pastries.

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.

The Pain Is Not Great. But The Symbolism Is Disagreeable.