I’m Scared Of The Future. I’m Scared

The Uncreated And The Dead Exist Solely In Our Actual And Virtual Pasts.

Books Don't Offer Real Escape, But They Can Stop A Mind Scratching Itself Raw.

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

The Better Organized The State, The Duller Its Humanity.

Act', Implores The Ghost Of Future Regret. 'i Shan't Give You Another Chance'. [and So Jacob Does] 'damned Fool,' Groans The Demon Of Present Regret. 'what Have You Done?