There It Is, The Sea, The Most

My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is Unrecognizable, Extremely Interior, And There Is No Single Word That Gives It Meaning.

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.