On When in broad daylight I open my eyes

Greg Lazarus, When in Broad Daylight I Open my Eyes - She thinks sometimes that if laughter produces an expansion of gesture, sorrow mostly brings contraction; the sad are like soft-bellied creatures who have lost their shells. - - 'I said to myself: maybe there isn't even a me. . . Maybe there are just feelings. ' - - Beware of smiley faces and kind words. - - If there are choices to be made even in prison, there are choices everywhere. Even giving up, even lethargy, is a kind of choice. -