It's Hard To Tell The Difference Between

Mere Humans Who Root Through Their Refrigerators At Three O'clock In The Morning Can Only Produce Writing That Matches What They Do. And That Includes Me.

When There's Nothing To Do, You Do Nothing Slowly And Intently.

Autumn Finally Arrived. And When It Did, I Came To A Decision. Something Had To Give: I Couldn't Keep On Living Like This.

Time Flows In Strange Ways On Sundays, And Sights Become Mysteriously Distorted.

The Rain That Fell On The City Runs Down The Dark Gutters And Empties Into The Sea Without Even Soaking The Ground