Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

I Have Arranged My Little Life.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.

You Imagine The Carefully Pruned, Shaped Thing That Is Presented To You Is Truth. That Is Just What It Isn't. The Truth Is Improbable, The Truth Is Fantastic; It's In What You Think Is A Distorting Mirror That You See The Truth.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.