I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That

You Don't Understand Music: You Hear It. So Hear Me With Your Whole Body.

Putting My Hand In Someone Else’s Has Always Been My Definition Of Happiness. Before I Fall Asleep, Often - In That Small Struggle Not To Lose Consciousness And Go Into The Greater World - Often, Before I Get Up The Courage To Go Into The Vastness Of Sleep, I Pretend That Someone Has My Hand In Theirs, And Then I Go, Go To That Enormous Absence Of Form That Is Sleep. And When Even After That I Don’t Have Courage, I Dream.

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?