Fame and secrecy are the high and low ends of the same fascination.
The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire.
Clouds are no deterrent. Clouds intensify the drama, trap and shape the light.
I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.
Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.
Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.