It's Like Standing On The Edge Of

I Did Not Know That History Is Like A Blood Stain That Keeps On Showing On The Wall No Matter How Many New Owners Take Possession, No Matter How Many Times We Pint Over It.

Living Where I Live New York I Don't Think Anyone's Going To Make A Fuss. But It Is More Deeply Satisfying Because It's Of Your Place And Means That You Aren't Forgotten; Someone's Noticed What You Have Been Doing With Your Life.

I Have Written A Memoir Here And There, And That Takes Its Own Form Of Selfishness And Courage. However, Generally Speaking, I Have No Interest In Writing About My Own Life Or Intruding In The Privacy Of Those Around Me.

(from The Story The Last Days Of A Famous Mime) He Said Nothing. He Was Mildly Annoyed At Her Presumption: That He Had Not Thought This Many, Many Times Before. With Perfect Misunderstanding She Interpreted His Passivity As Disdain. Wishing To Hurt Him, She Slapped His Face. Wishing To Hurt Her, He Smiled Brilliantly.

It's Like Standing On The Edge Of A Cliff. This Is Especially True Of The First Draft. Every Day You're Making Up The Earth You're Going To Stand On.