Some times. It's a wonder that words can emerge from the cloud that is my thoughts and feelings, and take coherent form on this page. Some times. When I'm aware of the cloud, when I look at it from the outside, I wonder if the final words are anything near accurate. They can't be, can they? But they must be. The primordial cloud that is my thoughts and feelings is just there. The ideas that I can verbalize are just comets that accumulate and plunge into an orbit in our solar system.

Is a lifetime long enough to make a change for anyone 

- "Death of a Minor TV Celebrity" (The Candyskins)