Dead Things Show You What You’ll Be

The Act Of Memory Is An Act Of Ghostwriting.

The World Never Stops Unmaking What The World Never Stops Making. But Who Says The World Has To Make Sense?

So Little Is Actually Worthy Of Belief Or Disbelief. Better To Strive To Coexist Than Seek To Disapprove . . .

When Insolvent, Pack Minimally, With A Valise Tough Enough To Be Thrown Onto A London Pavement From A First- Or Second-floor Window. Insist On Hotel Rooms No Higher.

Autumn Is Leaving Its Mellowness Behind For Its Spiky, Rotted Stage. Don't Remember Summer Even Saying Goodbye.