Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
What's nurtured slowly grows well.
It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.
The world is full of ways and means to waste time.
My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.
And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero. That's the city