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So Time Doesn't Count, And Place Does?' I Said This To Tease Her. When I Was A Man, I Liked Teasing Her And She Went Along With It, Consenting, For It Reminded Us Both Of A Sadness That Had Passed.

Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand To Hand And Story To Story.

A Cigarette Is A Breathing Space. It Makes A Parenthesis. The Time Of A Cigarette Is A Parenthesis, And If It Is Shared, You Are Both In That Parenthesis. Its Like A Proscenium Arch For A Dialogue.

If The Public Photograph Contributes To A Memory, It Is To The Memory Of An Unknowable And Total Stranger.

Autobiography Begins With A Sense Of Being Alone. It Is An Orphan Form.