A Story Is Told As Much By

I Am Not So Different In My History Of Abandonment From Anyone Else After All. We Have All Been Split Away From The Earth, Each Other, Ourselves.

Telling A Story Of Illness, One Pulls A Thread Through A Narrow Opening Flanked On One Side By Shame And The Other By Trivia.

Even In The Grimmest Of Circumstances, A Shift In Perspective Can Create Startling Change.

Language Is Filled With Words For Deprivation Images So Familiar It Is Hard To Crack Language Open Into That Other Country The Country Of Being.

Is It A Coincidence That Stories From The Private Life Became More Popular Just As The Grand Hope For Public Redemption Through Revolution Was Beginning To Sour? I Witnessed A Similar Shift In Taste In My Own Time. In The 1960s, While A Hopeful Vision Of A Just Society Arose Again, Countless Poems And Plays Concerning Politics And Public Life Were Written, Read, And Performed. But After The Hope Diminished And Public Life Seemed Less And Less Trustworthy, This Subject Was Less In Style.