Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.