Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping

In Its Beginnings, Music Was Merely Chamber Music, Meant To Be Listened To In A Small Space By A Small Audience.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

Life's Been Nothing But Paperwork.

I Have Become A Different Person. I Don't Know Whether This Person Is Better, He Certainly Is Not Happier.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.