Tuesday, September 11, 2001, Dawned Temperate And

Memories Are What You No Longer Want To Remember.

I Just Read Everything I Could Get My Hands On. I Taught Myself To Read Or My Mother Taught Me. Who Knows How I Learned To Read? It Was Before I Went To School, So I Would Go To The Library And Just Take Things Off The Shelf. My Mother Had To Sign A Piece Of Paper Saying I Could Take Adult Books.

I Have Not Been The Witness I Wanted To Be.

Was There Ever In Anyone's Life Span A Point Free In Time, Devoid Of Memory, A Night When Choice Was Any More Than The Sum Of All The Choices Gone Before?

I'm Totally In Control Of This Tiny, Tiny World Right There At The Typewriter.