I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.
Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.
I want to say less, and it's easier to say less.
A person always has a chance to protest this or that.
I'm clearer now in what I want to say, and I know better how to say just that.
I'm confused, and brilliant books help me to be less so.