I Have Spent My Life Resisting The

A Book Must Be The Ax For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

Going To Pieces. To Go To Pieces So Pointlessly And Unnecessarily.

In Me, By Myself, Without Human Relationship, There Are No Visible Lies. The Limited Circle Is Pure.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.

I Miss You Deeply, Unfathomably, Senselessly, Terribly.