Ah, grief makes us precise!

I feel that this is a vocabulary that I grew up with. This biblical landscape is very familiar to me, and it's natural that I use those landmarks as references. Once they were universal references and everybody understood and knew them and located them. That's no longer the case today, but it is still my landscape.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.

[I had a sense of interior panic].Always. I didn't really know what to call it for a long time, but I have a friend in Greece who used that word panic a lot, and I found myself resisting it, until I totally accepted that as a precise description of my interior condition. It was mostly panic from one moment to the next. And nothing much else was going on.

Love is not a victory march

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.