Most People Muddled Through Events And Only

I Find The Past So Fascinating. Photographs Are Strange, Almost Surreal, Almost Here Yet Gone. I Slip Into Thinking What The Past Must Have Been Like And I Enjoy Creating That Ambience And Atmosphere - 1730 To Around 1870 Is The Most Interesting Period.

Men Had No Purpose On Earth Whereas Women Were Gods Walking Unrecognized Among Them.

I Can't Imagine What It Would Be Like To Write In A Relaxed State. I'm Going To Be Writing Some Stories For My Own Interest. I Want To Experiment With Different Things And See If I Can Approach Writing With Much Less Control And In A Better Psychological State. It Will Be Like Breaking Out Of A Straitjacket.

Whatever Happens To You, Embrace It, The Good And The Bad Equally. Death Is Just One More Thing To Be Embraced.

When You Chopped Logs With The Ax And They Split Open They Smelled Beautiful, Like Christmas. But When You Split Someone's Head Open It Smelled Like Abattoir And Quite Overpowered The Scent Of The Wild Lilacs You'd Cut And Brought Into The House Only This Morning, Which Was Already Another Life.