such a rift in the space-time continuum – consequences too catastrophic to imagine…
My study is loaded, redolent with story. My life is rich with story too.
Once we’re an official Natural Area I can just let things go. It wouldn’t really be any different from now except without the guilt.
Even my contemplation of faith is something that – ultimately – I have to do.
Writing is essentially about three things: staying awake, listening, and keeping my eyes open. Then it’s simply a matter of taking notes.