Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

Size is relative. If everyone is fat, no-one is fat

I am in flight from my story every day, and it dogs me like a faithful stray.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Expectations are dangerous when they are both too high and unformed.