I Used To Live A Very Social

I Go To Work The Minute I Open My Eyes.

Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!

There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

You Have To Be Willing To Spend Time Making Things For No Known Reason.