"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
Then the storm came,
suddenly: thunder, wind, rain stealing the
last breath of
summer and whispering rumors of fall;
he felt the way his life, the way the world was
changed forever.