Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

Have No Fear, You Will Find Your Way. It's In Your Bones. It's In Your Soul.

Sublime Is Something You Choke On After A Shot Of Tequila.

At The Breakfast Table We Are Footnoting Everything That We Read. We Don't Recognise It As Such But We Encounter An Article In The Newspaper And Then Suddenly We Recall That A Friend Had A Certain Comment On That Particular Story, A Certain Bit Of News That We Saw On The Television Applies To That And We Immediately Assemble An Idea Of A Story.

Not All Complex Problems Have Easy Solutions; So Says Science (so Warns Science.)