Always Pull Back-and See How Silly We

One Day I Will Find The Right Words, And They Will Be Simple.

I'm Stuck Struggling In The Cold Water, And All I Can Do Is Grieve, Grieve, In The Hoar Necessitous Horror Of The Morning, Bitterly I Hate Myself, Bitterly It's Too Late Yet While I Feel Better I Still Feel Ephemeral And Unreal And Unable To Straighten My Thoughts Or Even Really Grieve, In Fact I Feel Too Stupid To Be Really Bitter, In Short I Don't Know What I'm Doing And I'm Being Told What To Do.

The Fact That Everybody In The World Dreams Every Night Ties All Mankind Together.

Absolutely No Way To Escape Enigmans.

I'm Writing This Book Because We're All Going To Die.