London Is An Endless Skirmish Between Angles

So Long As It Fated, Fate Didn't Care What It Fated.

There Are Only So Many Ways To Experience Pain. There Are An Almost Limitless Number Of Ways To Inflict It, But The Pain Itself, Initially Vividly Distinct In All Its Specifications, Becomes, Inevitably, Just Pain.

A Scholar Can Never Let Mere Wrongness Get In The Way Of The Theory.

My Sustenance Is Information. My Interventions Are Hidden. I Increase As I Learn. I Compute, So I Am.

The Summer Stretched Out The Daylight As If On A Rack. Each Moment Was Drawn Out Until Its Anatomy Collapsed. Time Broke Down. The Day Progressed In An Endless Sequence Of Dead Moments.