O love, where are you leading me now?
Hopefully, I write what I don't know.
Form is never more than an extension of content.
The pattern of the narrative never of necessity wants to end, it never has to.
There are a lot of editorials that have nothing to do with anything like that. But I was just thinking of that sense of prose as being very responsible and perceptive, thoughtful, intimate, and contriving a quote statement.
Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.