I Can't Bear The Silent

I Work On A Laptop Specifically So I Can Work In Cafes And Pretend I'm Part Of The Human World.

It's Now Expected Of Me That I Will Defy Expectation, So I Really Generally Seem To Be Free To Write What I Want.

Those Promises We Make To Ourselves When We Are Younger, About How We Mean To Conduct Our Adult Lives, Can It Be True We Break Every Last One Of Them? All Except For One, I Suppose: The Promise To Judge Ourselves By Those Standards, The Promise To Remember The Child Who Would Be So Appalled By Compromise, The Child Who Would Find Jadedness Wicked.

The World's Large Enough And Interesting Enough To Take A Different Approach Each Time You Sit Down To Write About It.

Nature, Or At Least Birds And Women, Abhorred The Invisible Man.