It'll Be All Right." Julia's Gentleness Makes

If Your Words're True, They're Armed.

Anticipating The End Of The World Is Humanity's Oldest Passtime

Mother Used To Say Escape Is Never Further Than The Nearest Book. Well, Mumsy, No, Not Really. Your Beloved Large-print Sagas Of Rags, Riches, And Heartbreak Were No Camouflage Against The Miseries Trained On You By The Tennis Ball Launcher Of Life, Were They? But, Yes, Mum, There Again, You Have A Point. Books Don’t Offer Real Escape, But They Can Stop A Mind Scratching Itself Raw.

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.

The Rain's Innumerable Hooves Spatter On The Streets And Roofs.