The Things That Matter Don't Necessarily Make

Them As Counts Counts Moren Them As Dont Count

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

The Zoo Is A Prison For Animals Who Have Been Sentenced Without Trial And I Feel Guilty Because I Do Nothing About It. But There It Was, I Wanted To See An Oyster-catcher And I Was No Better Than The People Who'd Caged Oyster-catchers For Me To See.

More And More I'm Aware That The Permutations Are Not Unlimited.