California: The West Coast Of Iowa.

I Have Already Lost Touch With A Couple Of People I Used To Be

Mourning Has Its Place But Also Its Limits.

It Occurs To Me That We Allow Ourselves To Imagine Only Such Messages As We Need To Survive.

I Think Nobody Owns The Land Until Their Dead Are In It.

I Hadn't Thought That I Was Generally A Pack Rat, But It Turns Out I Am.