Dresscodes Are For Styleless People.

If You Write Enough, You Begin To Learn To Do Things. But In A Way, You Do Start From Zero Each Time.

Life Is Weather. Life Is Meals.

I Write Down Portions, Maybe Fragments, And Perhaps An Imperfect View Of What Im Hoping To Write. Out Of That, I Keep Trying To Find Exactly What I Want.

They Are Travelling Cheaply, With That Touch Of Indolence And Occasional Luxury That Comes Only From Having Real Resources. They Live In Levis And Sunlight. Sometimes They Brush Their Teeth In Streams.

The Dreams Are The Skeleton Of All Reality.