I Am Not The One Who Loves

When We Are Touched By A Song, It Is Because The Artist Cannot Hide Himself.

Love Is Not A Victory March

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

He Knew That Hair Couldn't Feel; He Kissed Her Hair.

We Are Awakening From The Dream Of Isolation, From The Dream Of Loneliness, And It's A Terrible Shock.