I haven't read a book in over a month now, other than Johnny Cash's autobiography. I keep picking other books up and putting them down. I have no interest, I'm afraid, not while buses have windows and living rooms have radios. I never wrote to capture marvellous experience. I wrote to prove I could write so somebody would make me feel I was worth something. Now I'm just too busy. These notes are written on the run by a fugitive from darkness.