Disease Has Always Been A Much Bigger

Here And There Are Worms, Evidence Of The Fertility Of The Soil, Caught By The Sun, Half Dead; Flexible And Pink, Like Lips.

This Afternoon Held That Special Quality Of Mournful Emptiness I've Connected With Late Sunday Afternoons Ever Since Childhood: The Feeling Of Having Nothing To Do.

A Movie About The Past Is Not The Same As The Past.

Why Do Men Feel Threatened By Women?

All I Can Hope For Is A Reconstruction: The Way Love Feels Is Always Only Approximate.