Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor futurelessens . . . . Superabundant existencewells in my heart.

Childhood is either absurdly superficial or profoundly shitty. There’s no in-between. Anyone who reminisces about their happy childhood is delusional.

In the midst of the vagaries of life, they provide us a trip to the land of goodness and fairies, of imaginations and possibilities.A childhood that wasn’t spent watching cartoons or reading comic strips, no...

Didn’t you ever have a father yourself? You don’t want him for a reason. You want him because he’s your father.’ So I figured it’s because I never had a father that I don’t want...

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from...