Better To Dream Than To Be.

For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes Is Grateful

Today I Suddenly Experienced An Absurd But Quite Valid Sensation. I Realized, In An Intimate Lightning Flash, That I Am No One. No One, Absolutely No One.

These Pages Are Not My Confession; They’re My Definition. And I Feel, As I Begin To Write It, That I Can Write It With Some Semblance Of Truth.

There's A Non-existent Peace In The Uncertain Quietness

Wasting Time Has An Esthetics To It.