Life Is A Process Of One Goneness

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.

Me, What's That After All? An Arbitrary Limitation Of Being Bounded By The People Before And After And On Either Side. Where They Leave Off I Begin, And Vice Versa.

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.

The Zoo Is A Prison For Animals Who Have Been Sentenced Without Trial And I Feel Guilty Because I Do Nothing About It. But There It Was, I Wanted To See An Oyster-catcher And I Was No Better Than The People Who'd Caged Oyster-catchers For Me To See.