You Know That The Best You Can

…we Can Not Love Or Think Except In Fragments Of Time Each Of Which Goes Along Its Own Trajectory And Immediately Disappears.

The More Enlightened Our Houses Are, The More Their Walls Ooze Ghosts.

The City, However, Does Not Tell Its Past, But Contains It Like The Lines Of A Hand

The Line Between The Reality That Is Photographed Because It Seems Beautiful To Us And The Reality That Seems Beautiful Because It Has Been Photographed Is Very Narrow.

Nobody These Days Holds The Written Word In Such High Esteem As Police States Do.