Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.
Science Fiction has always been and will always be a fable teacher of morality.
The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.
I don't know anything anymore
I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.
The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?