There's No Tiling Moral About Beauty.

Time Is Change; We Measure Its Passage By How Much Things Alter.

Newspapers Are Horror Happening To Other People.

People Give One Another Things That Can't Be Gift Wrapped.

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.

Learning To Write Sent Me Falling, Falling Through The Surface Of The South African Way Of Life.