A Little Tantrum In Real Life Seems

I'm Insatiably Curious.

All Those Moments, Those Memories. Everything That We Are, Compressed In Just Two Or Three Kilos Of Paper — The Weight Of A Human Heart.

In My Dreams I Gorge On Chocolates, I Roll In Chocolates, And Their Texture Is Not Brittle But Soft As Flesh, Like A Thousand Mouths On My Body, Devouring Me In Fluttering Small Bites. To Die Beneath Their Tender Gluttony Seems The Culmination Of Every Temptation I Have Ever Known.

A Few Hundred Years Ago There Were No Differences Between Magic And Medicine.

Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult For A Modern Reader To Get Their Head Around.