Is there any mystery like who you finally turn out to be.

And what is 'art'? - a firestorm rushing through Time, arising from no visible source and conforming to no principles of logic or causality.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Like most people, I can be very easily hurt.

Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.

Writing allows for fictitious voices - the voices of persons unlike myself - that might otherwise be muted.

The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.