And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. - Simon and Garfunkel

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

"A man walks down the street. It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the third world. Maybe it's his first time around. He doesn't speak the language. He holds no currency. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound, sound of cattle in the marketplace, scatterlings and orphanages. He looks around, around he sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity and he says, "Amen" and "Hallelujah!

And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost