To Restore Silence Is The Role Of

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards, I Take The Air There Willingly, Perhaps More Willingly Than Elsewhere, When Take The Air I Must.

Do We Mean Love, When We Say Love?

Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.

Enough To Know No Knowing.