To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.

Everything is nothing but a memory. Even what happens now has already become nothing but a figment of your imagination.

Reinvent yourself. Don't let your past weigh you down.

It was evening and would be when I woke. No matter. From the maple tree the Red-tail spoke.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.