Friday, February 13th, 2004

Intrusions from the outer world upon our inner voices.


Saturday, April 27th, 2002

I talk to myself. I always have. The more I am alone, the more I talk to myself. And I’m alone a lot these days. This by-product of solitude is now a requisite for solitude. I talk to myself and I get damn irritable when someone interrupts. Don’t derail my train of thought. I need […]

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