When I think about how or in what way I write I cannot answer this question because it is more of a condition than an effect that comes forth from within me. It instruments in any manner or means, outfitted and armed to supply the wellspring of strokes that print in my heart.

 

Sometimes it is operatively proportioned, and sometimes I find it as if I have rummaged through it all without moderation or any examination. Yet my writing does not need any exhaustive study, it is as I think out loud, it is not knotted but plainly describable.