When We Live With A Memory We

... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books. One Needs Constants In A Traveling Life.

My Rebelliousness Went So Deep That, Faced With A Can Of Asparagus That Instructed Me To Open At This End, I Always, Stubbornly, Opened It At The Other.

It's When We're Given Choice That We Sit With The Gods And Design Ourselves.

When We Live With A Memory We Live With A Corpse; The Impact Of The Experience Has Changed Us Once But Can Never Change Us Again.

Both Therapy And Friendship Possessed The Common Denominator Of Discovering A Self.