Tweet, Tweet, You're Alive, You Ignorant Asshole.

I Had A Tourette's Period. And Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Things Would Get In My Brain That I Couldn't Get Out Of My Brain.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.

Even Though I Get A Lot Done With My Solitude, And I Make The Best Use Of It Possible, I Always Think Solitude Is An Interlude In A Period Of Time, Which Is Populated By Others.

What Was Our Life Like? I Almost Don't Remember Now. Though I Remember It, The Space Of Time It Occupied. And I Remember It Fondly.

Writing Never Came Naturally And I Still Have To Force My Hand To Do It.