Nothing Factual That I Write Or Say

Books Dont Need Batteries

If You Live In Europe . . . Things Change . . . But Continuity Never Seems To Break. You Don't Have To Throw The Past Away.

Rebirth. I Mean By This Simply What Happens When The Child Begins To Realise The Fact That The Black Does Not Enter Through The White’s Front Door Is Not In The Same Category As The Fact That The Dead Will Never Come Back.

Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The Self

The Gap Between The Committed And The Indifferent Is A Sahara Whose Faint Trails, Followed By The Mind's Eye Only, Fade Out In Sand.