I Write A Lot In My Head.

I'm Sometimes Afraid I'll Cross A Line And It'll Be Difficult To Come Back, Say, To Dinner.

An Ugly Thing, That Is What You Are When You Become A Tourist, An Ugly, Empty Thing, A Stupid Thing, A Piece Of Rubbish Pausing Here And There To Gaze At This And Taste That, And It Will Never Occur To You That The People Who Inhabit The Place In Which You Have Just Paused Cannot Stand You.

I Was A New Person Then, I Knew Things I Had Not Known Before, I Knew Things That You Can Know Only If You Have Been Through What I Had Just Been Through.

...yet A Memory Cannot Be Trusted, For So Much Of The Experience Of The Past Is Determined By The Experience Of The Present.

It's Not That I'm A Very Good Person. It's That I Think I Should At Least Look At The Ways In Which I Am Not A Good Person, The Ways In Which I So Readily Become The Person Who Would Not Notice That The Wonderful Clothing I'm Wearing Someone Is Probably Dying For.