we walk the plank with strangers.

Don't let the wicked city get you down.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

O love, how did you get here?

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.