Why Do We Write?
To remember yesterday: I write to recall the thoughts from a moment during which I dared transcribe my ideas about the time.
To feel alive: I jot down words on the page or the screen to communicate–feelings, confessions, apologies, offerings, desires, fears, hopes or sentiments–from my corner of the world to you.
To be heard: I scream–like Piri Thomas from the rooftops in the middle of a manic New York City night, like Bob Dylan from the rim of the Grand Canyon in the middle of a Cold War sunset, like Walt Whitman from the edge of a new American century–just to hear an echo of some kind.
To dream of tomorrow, I write and write and write.
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