Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects

At The Time Of The Revolution, Dogs Howled Day And Night All Over Russia.

My Body Gets Weak Without Truth.

Do You Know How Much Thinking And Feeling I’ve Done? It’s Terrible. And Nothing’s Come Of It.

The Working Class Is My Home Country, And My Future Is Linked With The Proletariat.

Everything Comes To An End, Only Objects Are Left To Pine In The Dark.