We All Create Stories To Protect Ourselves.

Her Smile, I'm Sure, Burnt Rome To The Ground.

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?

Absolutely Nothing Visible To The Eye Provides A Reason For Or Even Evidence Of Those Terrifying Shifts Which Can In A Matter Of Moments Reconstitute A Simple Path Into An Extremely Complicated One.