The Day I Went Into Physics Class

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow.

…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able To Go Downstairs Naturally And Seek Comfort In Numbers. I Hate Myself For Having To Sit Here And Be Torn Between I Know Not What Within Me.

My Wanting To Write Books Annihilates The Original Root Impulse That Would Have Me Bravely And Blunderingly Working On Them.

You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I Would Have Been Being One.