All Art Is Exploitation.

Like Any Good Shaman, Professional Baseball Player, Or Politician, My Mother Always Answered Questions With Questions.

I Used To Sleep With My Books In Piles All Over My Bed And Sometimes They Were The Only Thing Keeping Me Warm And Always The Only Thing Keeping Me Alive. Books Are The Best And Worst Defense.

Seems Like The Cold Would Never Go Away And Winter Would Be Like The Bottom Of My Feet But Then It Is Gone In One Night And In Its Place Comes The Sun So Large And Laughable.

If One Reads Enough Books One Has A Fighting Chance. Or Better, One's Chances Of Survival Increase With Each Book One Reads.

In A Real-world Way, My Gifts Are Very Limited In Terms Of What I Can Do.