You are not a writer, you are a cancerous spot of humanity. To be a writer is to chase an impossibility, to make suffering into a career decision. You never wanted to be famous, to walk around Haight-Ashbury wearing a tweed blazer with elbow patches, smoking a cigar, saying writerly things,…






![such desolation
in the heart of the waking
when in deep nights the world bends
and is free, building
slithering stones across the sea
to bring you back to me.
[poem copyright Megan Kennedy]
[photo copyright *Supermalade]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ltt7OKhR1qm65koo1_500.jpg)