I'm Laying Out My Winter

The Thought That Life Could Be Better Is Woven Indelibly Into Our Hearts And Our Brains.

Philip Larkin Didn't Write For Several Years Before His Life Ended. And When He Was Asked Why He Didn't Write, He Said The Muse Deserted Him. And When I Read That, It Really Had A Profound Effect Upon Me, Sort Of Scared Me. So That's Why I Think I Have No Right To Assume That Some Thought Is Going To Come... But I Think, In My Imagination, If It Is It, There Will Probably Be Something Else I'm Interested In.

...everything Looks Worse In Black And White.

Take Two Bodies And You Twirl Them Into One, Their Hearts And Their Bones, And They Won't Come Undone.

People Ask How I Feel About Getting Old. I Tell Them I Have The Same Question. I'm Learning As I Go.