. . . Companions Were To Be

Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.

Percy Climbed The First Step, Then The Next, Remembering The Thousands Of Times She'd Run Through The Door, In A Hurry To Get To The Future, To Whatever Was Coming Next, To This Moment.

People Might Think Writing Is A Hard Business, But It's Nowhere Near Acting.

The Girl In The Mirror Caught My Eye Briefly...it Is An Uncanny Feeling, That Rare Occasion When One Catches A Glimpse Of Oneself In Repose. An Unguarded Moment, Stripped Of Artifice, When One Forgets To Fool Even Oneself.

Ah, Well. Life's Too Short For Moderation, Wouldn't You Say?