In which I find myself wondering if any Picke...
In which I alternate between my love of music...
In which I acknowledge time’s passage, and ...
in which nothing matters, yet everything felt...
In which I consider my reactions to criticism...
In which I prod my memory by ignoring it, and...
In which I worry about complexities of human ...
In which I use my impressive knowledge of rea...
In which a lack of ideas turns into a concern...
In which I expound lightly about a play and p...