The Days Are Stacked Against What We

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

How Wonderful It Was To Love Something Without The Compromise Of Language.

I Was A Dog On A Short Chain / And Now There's No Chain.

Short Things Are Short All Over And Long Things Are Long All Over.

The Wilderness Does Not Make You Forget Your Normal Life So Much As It Removes The Distractions For Proper Remembering.