Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

People Frequently Comment On The Emptiness In One Night Stands, But Emptiness Here Has Always Been Just Another Word For Darkness. Blind Encounters Writing Sonnets No One Can Ever Read. Desire And Pain Communicated In The Vague Language Of Sex. None Of Which Made Sense To Me Until Much Later When I Realized Everything I Thought I'd Retained Of My Encounters Added Up To So Very Little, Hardly Enduring, Just Shadows Of Love Outlining Nothing At All.

Physics Depends On A Universe Infinitely Centred On An Equals Sign.

It Is Hungry, It It Immortal. Worse, It Knows Nothing Of Whim.