It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.