If I Didn't Think, I'd Be Much

Let Me Live, Love And Say It Well In Good Sentences.

Do I Like To Write? Why? About What? Will I Give Up And Say, "living And Feeding A Man's Insatiable Guts And Begetting Children Occupies My Whole Life. Don't Have Time To Write"?

Do We Always Grind Through The Present, Doomed To Throw A Gold Haze Of Fond Retrospect Over The Past?

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.