The Experience Of Life Consists Of The

I Am A Cage, In Search Of A Bird.

Paths Are Made By Walking

The Man In Ecstasy And The Man Drowning: Both Raise Their Arms.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

It Was Like This. The Brain Could No Longer Bear The Worries And Pains That Were Imposed On It. It Said: "i'm Giving Up; But If There Is Anyone Else Here Who Is Interested In Preserving The Whole, Let Him Assume Part Of My Burden And It Will Be Alright For A Bit.