Why Is It So Hard To Be

If I Were A Writer, How I Would Enjoy Being Told The Novel Is Dead. How Liberating To Work In The Margins, Outside A Central Perception. You Are The Ghoul Of Literature. Lovely.

There Is A World Inside The World.

Some People Fake Their Death, I'm Faking My Life.

Clouds Are No Deterrent. Clouds Intensify The Drama, Trap And Shape The Light.

Perhaps We've Invented Conspiracies For Our Own Psychic Well-being, To Heal Ourselves.