I think Christmas is about celebration and come on, on the inside everyone wants to dance.
Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.
I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.
I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.
I had to learn to get comfortable in a role of ambiguity where I had to seek out advisers and learn quickly.
If nominated, I shall run to Mexico. If elected, I shall fight extradition.
However important the struggle is and however much misery and poverty and degradation exist, we know that it cannot be more important than one human life.
Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.