Most Things May Never Happen: This One

I Am Always Trying To 'preserve' Things By Getting Other People To Read What I Have Written, And Feel What I Felt.

How Little Our Careers Express What Lies In Us, And Yet How Much Time They Take Up. It's Sad, Really.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.

The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life Itself.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.