They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

-Who are you, anyway? -Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.