I don't have the best dating track record.
The immersive ugliness of our everyday environments in America is entropy made visible.
America does not want change, except from the cash register at Wal-Mart.
A land full of places that are not worth caring about may soon be a nation and a way of life that is not worth defending.
We don't need gold plated highways. We don't need zoning commissions which penalize offices at home and promote car commutes.
Forget [Le Corbusier ]. Forget Modernism. Forget yesterdays' tomorrow.
If it happens that the human race doesn't make it, then the fact that we were here once will not be altered, that once upon a time we peopled this astonishing blue planet, and wondered intelligently at everything about it and the other things who lived here with us on it, and that we celebrated the beauty of it in music and art, architecture, literature, and dance, and that there were times when we approached something godlike in our abilities and aspirations. We emerged out of depthless mystery, and back into mystery we returned,and in the end the mystery is all there is.
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.
Back when we were Neanderthals or whatever, we evolved to think along tribal lines. Survival was based on this idea of who are we and who are the others who will come and take our resources. I think it's an animal and a human thing that we all see in terms of us vs. them, and race is a very easy way to separate who is us and who is them.
Throughout my career, I had the great fortune to experience firsthand as well as to witness what it means to be a CIA officer.
I'm not really an autobiographical writer, though I use lots of stuff from my life to make my stories seem real. But when I actually write about myself, I get very confused.