It's A Small World. It Keeps Recrossing

I'm Not From A Milieu Where High-register Language Or Philosophical Ideas Were Welcome.

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.

Why Does Any Martyr Cooperate With His Judases?...we See A Game Beyond The Endgame...as Seneca Warned Nero: No Matter How Many Of Us You Kill, You Will Never Kill Your Successor.

A Book You Finish Reading Is Not The Same Book It Was Before You Read It.

…and There, In The Background, The Sky’s Sediment Had Sunk To A Place Where All The Woe Of The Words ‘i Am’ Dissolved Into Blue Peace. He Said It. ‘the Ocean.