I'm Not Reclusive At All. Just Private.

You Gave Yourself Away, Word By Word, Every Time You Opened Your Trap To Speak.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever. The True Life Takes Place When We're Alone, Thinking, Feeling, Lost In Memory, Dreamingly Self-aware, The Submicroscopic Moments.

Writing Is A Concentrated Form Of Thinking.

Writing Is A Form Of Personal Freedom. It Frees Us From The Mass Identity We See In The Making All Around Us.

It Is All Falling Indelibly Into The Past.