Beautiful World, Where Are You

I mean literally, sell it for money, until I have a lot of money and no talent left. And then that’s it, I’m finished, and the next flashy twenty-five-year-old with an impending psychological collapse comes along.

To live with someone I really love and respect, who really loves and respects me — what a difference it has made to my life.

I consider how much he loves me. I do try to remind myself that men can be foolish about women.