The Essence Of What I Desire Is

No Intelligent Idea Can Gain General Acceptance Unless Some Stupidity Is Mixed In With It.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

I Asked For Very Little From Life, And Even This Little Was Denied Me.

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.