We must speak assertively, or we will be crushed by tyranny. We must tell good stories, or we will be dulled by melancholy. We must make, or nothing will have been made.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I turn 18 today. I hope to have time to work on some substantive and entertaining writing soon. The last worthy thing I wrote involves certain people that I care about whom I've ended up promising I wouldn't publish it until fifty years have passed. I'm hoping I don't have to wait quite that long.