Sunday, The Day For The Language Of

Every Day, A Piece Of Music, A Short Story, Or A Poem Dies Because Its Existence Is No Longer Justified In Our Time. And Things That Were Once Considered Immortal Have Become Mortal Again, No One Knows Them Anymore. Even Though They Deserve To Survive.

As Is Said About Most Writers: On The One Hand All I Ever Did From When I Was A Child Was Read, And I Was A Loner, Which Was Furthered By My Parents And My Upbringing.

Eroding Solidarity Paradoxically Makes A Society More Susceptible To The Construction Of Substitute Collectives And Fascisms Of All Kinds.

Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

After All, When You Take A Walk You're After Solitude, And If The Solitude Won't Come To You, You Must Go To It.