Listen, there there are the words there is there can be but who has the time where is the place I want to know who I want to hold it in my hand since it is real isn’t it? I want everything to be as simple as a birthday cake celebrating the day again as simple as ourselves are and can have the comprehending of it, I want everything to be as clear as the days we’re born on and as the days that have yet to be born and I want the days to be heard I want them to hold everything they can hold.
3 April 1973