Festina Lente (hurry In Slowly)

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

It's Funny; In This Era Of E-mail And Voice Mail And All Those Things That Even I Did Not Grow Up With, A Plain Old Paper Letter Takes On Amazing Intimacy.

It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even In The Weirdest Circumstances, The Most Troubling Episodes Of One's Life, The Greatest Divides From Home And Familiarity, There Were These Moments Of Undeniable Joy.

...what Will We Someday Do, I Always Wonder, Without The Pleasures Of Turning Through Books And Stumbling On Things We Never Meant To Find?

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.