You’re So American. You Believe Everything Is

I Don't Fear Death. I'm Not Obsessed With It The Way Everybody Else Seems To Be.

A Light Snow, A Snow So Faint And Small-bodied That It Seems Nothing More Than A Manifestation Of The Cold.

On The Internet, Everyone Is Writing. There Is A Great Flowering Of Writing.

Lots Of Scripts Are Written And Not Made, Even Scripts That People Want To Make.

Sometimes You Are Aware When Your Great Moments Are Happening, And Sometimes They Rise From The Past. Perhaps It's The Same With People.