Not What The Mind Sees, But What

There Is Something Thrilling In The Mimesis Of Life's Surprising Unfolding.

Not Even The Most Devastating Truth Can Be Told; It Must Be Evoked.

How Lovely This World Is, Really: One Simply Has To Look.

The Use Of Language Is All We Have To Pit Against Death And Silence.

It Is Only Through Disruptions And Confusion That We Grow, Jarred Out Of Ourselves By The Collision Of Someone Else's Private World With Our Own.