All observations of life are harsh, because life is.

“There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in po…”

“There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused w…”

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”

“But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't eve…”