Today was a pretty good day: I got early off from work, because all the little mail was delivered by noon and I can now already remember the route by memory, and next week I get to do the whole thing by

It's me. My poems do not meet the metrics. My songs are not made to be sold. My photos will never render what I see in my mind. My other languages are not really my own. Yet I believe in art more than

Let your words be few. our words be few.