I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.
The past is always knocking at the door, trying to break through into today.
Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.
People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.
I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn't a proper place. I like in betweens.
I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.