I Tell You In Truth: All Men

A Man Is Involved In Life, Leaves His Impress On It, And Outside Of That There Is Nothing.

I Construct My Memories With My Present. I Am Lost, Abandoned In The Present. I Try In Vain To Rejoin The Past: I Cannot Escape.

I Am Alone In This White, Garden-rimmed Street. Alone And Free. But This Freedom Is Rather Like Death.

Once You Hear The Details Of Victory, It Is Hard To Distinguish It From A Defeat.

If You Want To Deserve Hell, You Need Only Stay In Bed. The World Is Iniquity; If You Accept It, You Are An Accomplice, If You Change It You Are An Executioner.