I Think We All Wear Some Kind

It's Not Easy To Start Over In A New Place,' He Said. 'exile Is Not For Everyone. Someone Has To Stay Behind, To Receive The Letters And Greet Family Members When They Come Back.

Here, Though, There Is Nothing. Nothing At All. The Sky Seems Empty Even When I Am Looking At The Moon And Stars.

Even When I Think Of Writing Fiction, It's Being Kind Of A Liar, A Storyteller, A Weaver, And There's That Sense Of How Much Of This Is Your Life. The Story Is A Way You Unravel Your Life From Behind A Mask.

Anger Is A Wasted Emotion.

On Some Levels, You Can Also Have This Feeling That We Are Being Duped, Somehow. And That The World Is At Play For Something You Would Understand More If It Were Pure Ideology. It Is A Very Strange Time And Also Basic Things Are Being Taken Away.