I Don't Want A Tombstone. You Could

We're Well Past The End Of The Century When Time, For The First Time, Curved, Bent, Slipped, Flash Forwarded, And Flashed Back Yet Still Kept Rolling Along. We Know It All Now, With Our Thoughts Traveling At The Speed Of A Tweet, Our 140 Characters In Search Of A Paragraph. We're Post-history. We're Post-mystery.

It Is Important To Know The Stories And Histories Of Things, Even If All We Know Is That We Don't Know.

Remember You Must Live. Remember You Most Love. Remainder You Mist Leaf.

My Father Is From Newark In Nottinghamshire And My Mother Is From The Very North Of Ireland. They've Ended Up In Scotland, Where My Father - Well, Both Of Them - Will Always Be Seen As Having Come From Somewhere Else.

The Proper Word For Me," Robin Goodman Says, "is Me.