Time Is A Corporate Asset Now. It

The Question Of Dying Becomes A Wise Reminder. It Cures Us Of Our Innocence Of The Future.

It Was Important For Him To Believe That He'd Spent His Life Among People Who Kept Missing The Point.

Years After I'd Seen Him For The Last Time I Found Myself Thinking Of Him Unexpectedly And Often. You Know How Certain Places Grow Powerful In The Mind With Passing Time. In Those Early Morning Dreams When I Come Back To Bed After A Sleepy Pee And Fall Quickly Into The Narrow End Of The Night, There Is One Set Of Streets I Keep Returning To, One Dim Mist Of Railroad Rooms And Certain Figures Reappear, Borderline Ghosts.

Every Advance In Knowledge And Technique Is Matched By A New Kind Of Death, A New Strain. Death Adapts, Like A Viral Agent.

The Writer Is The Person Who Stands Outside Society, Independent Of Affiliation And Independent Of Influence.