In The Desert You Celebrate Nothing But

The Past Is Still, For Us, A Place That Is Not Safely Settled.

It's An Odd State To Be In, Blowing The Whistle On Your Home Country.

Meanwhile With The Help Of An Anecdote I Fell In Love. Words Caravaggio. They Have A Power.

Water Is The Exile, Carried Back In Cans And Flasks, The Ghost Between Your Hands And Your Mouth.

I've Always Loved History And History Is Collage, It Is A Juxtaposition Of The Good And The Bad And The Strange, And How You Place Those Sentences Together Changes The Whole Mood Of A History.