I Guess Love Is The Real Suspension

I Guess Love Is The Real Suspension Of Disbelief.

I Live By Edith Whartons Rule To Get Rid Of Anything Neither Useful Nor Beautiful. So I Put The Tv Out On The Street.

Time. There Seems To Be Vast Quantities Of The Stuff Spooling Around Me In All Directions, Everywhere I Look. Days And Hours. Weeks And Minutes. Years. The Hard Part, Ive Discovered, Is Filling It.

I Feel In Some Ways I've Had A Difficult Life. And It Makes Me The Kind Of Writer I Am, In What I Value, What I Respect, What I Hold Dear.

It Scares Me How Fast I Go From Disliking To Loving Him, And I Wonder If It’s This Way For Everyone.