Polling place

I 've come to the place where I believe my eyes have just left me and that I've stopped seeing the things I used to see.

I don't see the world as the surprise it is, each thing being created the moment I see it.

I think the dead are the ones hiding things from me, not the living.

The experts say I shouldn't "internalize". By this I think they mean that I can continue to take in strangers but I mustn't take in their problems and make them mine.

In life and in art, I know there's an exact moment when someone becomes beautiful, but is there an equivalent moment for someone who's become ugly?

When I opened the door this morning I didn't have a good feeling about the day--it would either last too long or not long enough--and I couldn't close the door on the feeling.

Some people I know seem to have a great need to be right. I seem to have a great need to be wrong.

I hope I'm wrong today, in a brand new way from the way I've been wrong before.