So Long As I Have Questions To

I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

A Horse Is Freedom So Indominable That It Becomes Useless To Imprison It To Serve Man: It Lets Itself Be Domesticated, But With A Simple, Rebellious Toss Of The Head-shaking Its Mane Like An Abundance Of Free-flowing Hair-it Shows That Its Inner Nature Is Always Wild, Translucent And Free.

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

And Now -- Now It Only Remains For Me To Light A Cigarette And Go Home. Dear God, Only Now Am I Remembering That People Die. Does That Include Me? Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.