[My muse] feels nostalgic for Japan, and, perhaps strangely, for the pioneer days of America.

I feel like the seventies was a decade where things ran out, and where other things set in. There was just a lurking graininess and seediness about the decade, a slight grogginess of the hangover from the sixties.

I have a bit of a struggle with some aspects of or forms of Buddhism, but Zen I find to be mainly congenial.

There's a strong aspect of Buddhism which is geared towards ending all fertility.

[My muse] feels nostalgic for Japan, and, perhaps strangely, for the pioneer days of America.

I suppose I could say that to be interested in innocence already suggests a remove from innocence, perhaps a longing for something that is lost.

Nonetheless, I'm not sure this entirely accounts for my Buddhist voice, which tells me forever to give up writing, to give up on relationships, simply to give up. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to me to be the voice of innocence.