All Mankind Is Us, Whether We Like

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

It Was Long Since I Had Longed For Anything And The Effect On Me Was Horrible.

But What Matter Whether I Was Born Or Not, Have Lived Or Not, Am Dead Or Merely Dying. I Shall Go On Doing As I Have Always Done, Not Knowing What It Is I Do, Nor Who I Am, Nor Where I Am, Nor If I Am.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

Make Sense Who May. I Switch Off.