Novels begin, not on the page, but in meditation and day-dreaming - In thinking, not writing.
I had forgotten that time wasn't fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.
One writes to memorialize, and to bring to life again that which has been lost.
It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.
Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.
Art is about freedom of expression, and should not be molded to fit any propaganda or lofty ideal.