I Had A Tumor. But It Was

There Is Nothing So Cleansing Or Reassuring As A Vicarious Sadness.

Well Into Adulthood, Writing Has Never Gotten Easier. It Still Only Ever Begins Badly, And There Are No Guarantees That This Is Not The Day When The Jig Is Finally Up.

Almost Any Age Is Better Than Twenty-two.

Unfortunately, There's No Greater Rhyme Or Reason As To Why It Would Be Me. And Since There Is No Answer As To Why Me, It's Not A Question I Feel Really Entitled To Ask.

One Of The Marks Of A Life Well Lived Has To Be Reaching A State Of Finally Getting It, Of Not Needing More, And Of Being Able To Sign Off With Something Approaching Peace Of Mind.