The Thing About Love Is That We

Things In Life Have No Real Beginning, Though Our Stories About Them Always Do.

She Was Forever Tilted Sideways By The Notion That Pain Was Inevitable, Chance Was Cruel, And All Human Ingenuity Should Go Towards The Making Of A Good Cup Of Tea.

He Looks Like The Sort Of Man Who Can't Afford To Leave, And Doesn't Want To Stay, And So He Is Doing Both At Once.

What Was A Life Anyway? An Accumulation Of Small Shelves Of Incident.

You Cannot Read Any Image Of The World Trade Center Without Thinking Of 9/11.