Why I Write

I do not really know. What I know is, and what I always write about is what is real to me; another night of many nights,  filled with laughter, tears, or  nothing, no lights, and moonlight slides through the curtains on those very familiar objects on my desk, and I remember an old song from my childhood, and the only way to remember that moment again is to write about it. I guess  that is why I write now.

1994

Poughkeepsie, New York

Created by A. Zeynep Kurmus.  Last update 12/97