I Hate How The People Who Really

Dad's Theory Of Arrogance--that Everyone Always Assumes They're The Principal Character Of Desire And/or Loathing In Everybody Else's Broadway Play.

It Was Never The Act Itself But Our Own Understanding Of It That Defeated Us, Over And Over Again.

I Was Aware Too How Strange Adults Were, How Theirs Lives Were Vaster Than They Wanted Anyone To Realize, That They Actually Stretched On And On Like Deserts, Dry And Desolate, With An Unpredictable, Shifting Sea Of Dunes.

His Characters Are Ravaged, Beaten. They Walk Through Infernos And Emerged Charred Doves.

Sovereign. Deadly. Perfect.