We Started Dying Before The Snow, And

By Writing I Can Live In Ways That I Could Not Survive.

When We Are Young, The Words Are Scattered All Around Us. As They Are Assembled By Experience, So Also Are We, Sentence By Sentence, Until The Story Takes Shape.

It's Very Hard To Track Down What's Real And What's Not Real. We Haven't Absorbed What Climate Change Is Doing. Because Whether People Associate It Or Not, Fear Of Immigration Is Completely Related To Climate Change, Because The Mass Migrations That Are Happening, The War In Syria, All Of These Structural Human Migrations Are Related To Climate Change.

You See I Thought Love Got Easier Over The Years So It Didn't Hurt So Bad When It Hurt, Or Feel So Good When It Felt Good. I Thought It Smoothed Out And Old People Hardly Noticed It. I Thought It Curled Up And Died, I Guess. Now I Saw It Rear Up Like A Whip And Lash.

I Can't Imagine A Home Without An Overflow Of Books. The Point Of Books Is To Have Way Too Many But To Always Feel You Never Have Enough, Or The Right One At The Right Moment, But Then Sometimes To Find You'd Longed To Fall Asleep Reading The Aspern Papers, And There It Is.