I Have Only A Bare Working Knowledge

The Power Of The Dead Is That We Think They See Us All The Time. The Dead Have A Presence. Is There A Level Of Energy Composed Solely Of The Dead? They Are Also In The Ground, Of Course, Asleep And Crumbling. Perhaps We Are What They Dream.

I Would Never Write In Response To What I Believe The Public Wanted Or Needed.

Look Past The Violence. There Is A Wonderful Brimming Spirit Of Innocence And Fun.

People Hurried Past, The Others Of The Street, Endless Anonymous, Twenty-one Lives Per Second, Race-walking In Their Faces And Pigments, Sprays Of Fleetest Being.

Maybe When We Die, The First Thing We'll Say Is 'i Know This Feeling. I Was Here Before'.