We Live In An Age Of Rapid

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.

There's Never A Dearth Of Reasons To Shoot At The President.

Mirrors And Images. Or Sex And Love. These Are Two Separate Systems That We Miserably Try To Link.

I Watch Movies Occasionally, And I Watch Documentaries. Virtually Nothing Else.

I Don't Consider Myself Paranoid At All. I Think I See Things Exactly As They Are.