Lunatics Are Writers Whose Works Write Them.

…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.

I Think The Story Is The Most Ancient Form Of Human Entertainment.

History Admits No Rules; Only Outcomes.

If You’re In Your Life, Chance. Viewed From The Outside, Like A Book You’re Reading, It’s Fate All The Way.

The Earth's A Door If You Press Your Ear Against It.