Our Daughter Was Born In Chicago, And

I Spotted A Can In The Corner Whose Red Label Read Sadness. Was There So Much Of It They Could Can It And Sell It? A Bolt Of Pain Went Through My Intestines Before I Realized That It Was Not Sadness But Sardines.

In Bosnian, There's No Distinction In Literature Between Fiction And Nonfiction; There's No Word Describing That.

When I Was Young, I Was All About Personal Sovereignty And That Junk, Because There Was No Privacy And The Available Ideologies Were Collective, Both Socialism/communism And Nationalism.

For People Who Are Displaced, You Can Reconstruct The Story Of Your Life From The Objects You Have Access To, But If You Don't Have The Objects Then There Are Holes In Your Life. This Is Why People In Bosnia - If Anyone Was Running Back Into A Burning House It Was To Salvage Photos.

Outsider Means "i Will Accept The Possibility That I Don't Have Responsibility For What Is Happening Inside My Domain."