Here's a story.
I was born in a town so small there wasn't even a hotel in it.
I come from the nothingness that springs between small towns.
My mother and I haven't spoken for twelve years.
These days I live in a constant state of interruption.
I work so slowly sometimes I forget what I'm working on.
My best friend kept smoking, just quit doing it in front of me.
In retrospect, she read way too many Russian novels.
I wish I could get rid of this cold.
I love it when the moon is bright enough to read by.
Next year, let's buy a printer.
In future, we will know many beginnings and no ends.