I Blundered Into Writing.

Perhaps Everyone Loved Someone; I Didn't Now, I Couldn't Give Much Thought To Love; In Order To Travel Far You Had To Be Detached, And I Had The Long Road Back To The Campus Before Me.

If Social Protest Is Antithetical To Art, What Then Shall We Make Of Goya, Dickens, And Twain?

Please, A Definition: A Hibernation Is A Covert Preparation For A More Overt Action.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

...and Yet I Am What They Think I Am.