I'd Like To Be In The Country

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.

My Dreams Are A Stupid Refuge, Like An Umbrella Against A Thunderbolt.

Myth Is The Nothing That Is All.

Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop Beating.