It was a great place to write a novel about book burning, in the library basement.
I don't know anything anymore
Writing can be described in two verbs: Throw up and clean up.
From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.
Digression is the soul of wit.
So few want to be rebels anymore. And out of those few, most, like myself, scare easily.