An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of money, and
hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked, "Why he would hoard up
those round shining things that he could make no use of?" "Why," said the
jackdaw, "my master has a whole chestfull, and makes no more use of them
that I do."

~Jonathan Swift

there is fiction in the space between - the lines on your page of memories - write it down but it doesn't mean - you're not just telling stories

will i see you tonight on a downtown train

To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

~E.E. Cummings

(from D.'s profile)