I Pause To Record That I Feel

Against The Charitable Gesture There Is No Defence.

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

Where Am I, I Don't Know, I'll Never Know, In The Silence, In The Silence You Don't Know, You Must Go On, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

You Are Not Satisfied Unless Form Is So Strictly Divorced From Content That You Can Comprehend The One Without Almost Without Bothering To Read The Other.