A recapturing and recounting of the elements of a fractured past.
If life at home is so frightening you decide that disappearing would be better, you may have a point. If you succeed at this by living in delusion, you may have found a curiously inventive way to survive. Join the chase of an imaginary wandering squirrel in this curiously inventive tale of survival.
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When nothing is impossible, everything IS possible. At one time in my early years the night, the darkest darkness, held terrifying import for me with good reason. Yet after the eruptions and smoothing of the passing years, the total silence of the night represents something new, something pleasant, a thing that gives me time alone minus the ever-present human interruptions. I feel peaceful and content and relaxed at night all alone in the darkness. It is a wonderful feeling and I revel in its silent company. It is also with storms I feel a silent kinship. The ephemeral movements of a storm send my mind on a quiet stroll. I catch myself smiling at a pleasant memory and I find myself bringing the memory before me like a moving picture. Yet at the outside of my emotional perimeter the demons of a past never buried lurk and lie in wait.
A teenage boy struggling with the coming-of-age issues of sexuality, religion, and peer approval is overwhelmed, but soldiers on. After several years, he comes to understand the family forces that have left him so deeply troubled, and the process of
What causes America's mainstream media to fear and try to destroy a group of artists and their work? What happens when such a creative movement grows in strength and threatens media's bottom line? Why would extremists find it necessary to take acti
