I Did Not Know Him, I Knew

At One Point I Took On A New Job, And I Just Didn't Have Time To Do Anything But Work.

... Sometimes I Can Feel It, The Way We Are Pouring Slowly Toward A Curve And Around It Through Something Dark And Soft, And We Are Bound To Each Other.

Everyone Is So Different. I Sometimes Wish I Wrote In A Different Way. You Know, That Feeling Of: So-and-so Writes Slowly, If Only I Wrote Slowly.

I Did Not Know Him, I Knew My Idea Of Him.

When I Quit All These Things And Said I Didn't Have Any Time, I Meant I Didn't Have Any Time.