Details are the Life of Prose.
My life is a vast inconsequential epic.
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.