The Law of Dreams

What you lost weakened you, could kill you. What you wanted kept you going. What you wanted gave you strength.

Sooner or later everyone disguises themselves and where they have been and what they have done.

Stories always started this way, suddenly, and set within a strange world. Patience is required, to let the stories unroll. This is how people explan their lives.

Is courage just the awareness that gestures, journeys, lives have intrinsic shape, and must, one way or another, be completed?

Where do they come from, thoughts? Like wrens, out of the sky. They arrive. Noisy, hungry, perfectly themselves.

You throw yourself on the world like turf on a fire.