We Know So Little About Each Other.

But What Really Happened? The Answer Is Simple: The Lovers Survive And Flourish.

We Go On Our Hands And Knees And Crawl Our Way Towards The Truth

The Luxury Of Being Half-asleep, Exploring The Fringes Of Psychosis In Safety.

If Life Was A Dream, Then Dying Must Be The Moment When You Woke Up. It Was So Simple It Must Be True. You Died, The Dream Was Over, You Woke Up. That's What People Meant When They Talked About Going To Heaven. It Was Like Waking Up.

This Is The Pain-pleasure Of Having Newly Adult Children; They're Innocent And Ruthless In Forgetting Their Sweet Old Dependence.