Time Was Passing Like A Hand Waving

Why Does Watching A Dog Be A Dog Fill One With Happiness?

How Beautiful Is Forgetting! What Relief It Would Be For The World To Lose Some Of Its Contents.

I Put My Hand On Him. Touching Him Has Always Been Important To Me, It Was Something I Lived For. I Never Could Explain Why. Little, Nothing Touches, My Fingers Against His Shoulder, The Outsides Of Our Thighs Touching As We Squeeled Together On The Bus. I Couldnt Explain It, But I Needed It. Sometimes I Imagined Stiching All Of Our Little Touches Together. How Many Hundreds Of Thousands Of Fingers Brushing Against Each Other Does It Take To Make Love?

Cruelty Depends On An Understanding Of Cruelty, And The Ability To Choose Against It. Or To Choose To Ignore It.

We Are Being Very Nomadic With The Truth, Yes?