In The Museums, Everything Is In Quotation

Jargon: Any Technical Language We Do Not Understand.

I Dream Of Vague Shapes That Hint Of My Heart's Desire.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

Was There A Little Time Between The Invention Of Language And The Coming Of True And False?

The Extravagance Of Intellect Outstrips The Extravagance Of Desire.