If You Get Hungry Enough, They Say,

Can I Be Blamed For Wanting A Real Body, To Put My Arms Around? Without It I Too Am Disembodied. I Can Listen To My Own Heartbeat Against The Bedsprings...but There’s Something Dead About It, Something Deserted.

To Live In Prison Is To Live Without Mirrors. To Live Without Mirrors Is To Live Without The Self.

Truly Amazing, What People Can Get Used To, As Long As There Are A Few Compensations.

The Answers You Get From Literature Depend On The Questions You Pose.

Perhaps Its Not The World That Is Soundless But We Who Are Deaf.