If we have not struggled/as hard as we can/at our strongest/how will we sense/the shape of our losses/or know what sustains/us longest or name/what change costs us,/saying how strange/it is that one sector/of the self can step in/for another in trouble,/how loss activates/a latent double, how/we can feed/as upon nectar/upon need?

As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other states.

The only real access that I have to my mind is when I'm writing.