All Pain Is The Same. Only The

You Want To Fall, That's All. You Think It Can't Go On Like That. It's As If Your Life Is A Perch On The Edge Of A Cliff And Going Forward Seems Impossible, Not For A Lack Of Will, But A Lack Of Space. The Possibility Of Another Day Stands In Defiance Of The Laws Of Physics. And You Can't Go Back. So You Want To Fall, Let Go, Give Up, But You Can't. And Every Breath You Take Reminds You Of That Fact. So It Goes.

There Is A Sharp Distinction Between What Is Remembered, What Is Told And What Is True.

I Knew That At Least A Few Of The Stars I Saw Were Probably Gone Already, Collapsed Into Nothing. I Felt Like I Was Looking At A Lie. But I Didn't Mind. The World Makes Liars Of Us All.

I Think A Diversity Of Expression Can Only Be Good, So I Think The More That People Write About Their Experience, Use Their Imagination To Deal With Their Experience, You Know, I Think That's Going To Be Good For Not Only For Those Authors But Also For People Who Are Interested In Trying To Understand It.

One Of The Things My Service In Iraq Did Give Me Was This Freedom From Fear Of Failure Or Any Kind Of Expectations That I Had To Take A Standard Path.