I Write As If I've Lived A

It's Clear, It's Fresh, Like A Mint Candy.

The Future Of Narrative? Built In, Part Of The Human Template. Not Going Away.

What We Share May Be A Lot Like A Traffic Accident But We Get One Another. We Are Survivors Of Each Other. We Have Been Shark To One Another, But Also Lifeboat. That Counts For Something.

We Thought We Were Running Away From The Grownups, And Now We Are The Grownups.

Time Is Not A Line But A Dimension, Like The Dimensions Of Space. If You Can Bend Space You Can Bend Time Also, And If You Knew Enough And Could Move Faster Than Light You Could Travel Backwards In Time And Exist In Two Places At Once.