Our lives preserved. How it was; and how it will be. Passing it along in the relay. That is what I work to do: to produce stories that save our lives.
The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.
It's a dismally lonely business, writing.
I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.
Revolution begins with the self, in the self.
Writing is one of the ways I participate in transformation.