Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

On a good day I write, all day.

Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her reflection in a cruelly lit dorm bathroom, asking if she'll ever be the same. I kiss her then for the first time and whisper, No.