A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

"Where I woke and was awake, in the room fitting the wall, withdrawn. I had my desk and thus my corner. While waiting, waltz," writes Lyn Hejinian on Page 81 of Green Integer's 2002 re-print of her memoir, My Life, first published by Sun & Moon Press in 1987.

Later: "Must the physiologist stand apart from the philosopher. We are not forgetting the patience of the mad."