My son will forever travel through a moonless night with only the roar of wind for company.... A drowning man is not separated from the lust for air by a bridge of thoughtโhe is one with itโand my son, conceived and grown in an ethanol bath, lives each day in the act of drowning. For him there is no shore.
Michael DorrisWe Americans are tempted to distinguish ourselves from other current and former inhabitants of this planet by assuming that we are ruled by progress.
Michael Dorris