I Haven't Been Living Anywhere Because I've

All The Girls Who Have Photos Of Them At Parties, Like, "woo!" - That's What Someone's Going To See Of Their Grandma.

Everything Becomes Closer Once You Realize That The World Is Only As Far Away As A Nap And A Meal.

Instead Of Just Looking Back, Whiplash-style, I Can Assume There's Something Else Coming. Time Just Folds Over Itself, Like Origami.

There Are Certain Parts Of Chords That Resolve Things And Tie A Bow, And Others That Keep Things Open And Unanswered.

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.