The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

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

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

I Listen To Money Singing, It's Like Looking Down From Long French Windows At A Provincial Town. The Slums, The Canal, The Churches Ornate And Mad In The Evening Sun. It Is Intensely Sad.