With All This Darkness Round Me I

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

What Was God Doing With Himself Before The Creation?

Watt Had Watched People Smile And Thought He Understood How It Was Done.

Nothing Matters But The Writing. There Has Been Nothing Else Worthwhile... A Stain Upon The Silence.