If Reality Had A Stage Door I'd

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.

Sometimes There's Nothing But Sundays For Weeks On End. Why Can't They Move Sunday To The Middle Of The Week So You Could Put It In The Out Tray On Your Desk?

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

A Family Is Everybody All Together.