Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

Passion can’t sustain itself forever.

I'm a writer, not a professional runner. It's fun and it helps me write. I need powerful concentration.

That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around.

It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.