Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of

Behind Their Eyes The Hope Was Sickening And In Many, Dead. They Lived From Event To Event With A Subtle Terror Of The Gap Between, Filling Up Their Lives With Distractions To Avoid The Emptiness Where Curiosity Should Have Been.

I Remember When I Watched 'hellraiser' With My Mother. She Cried When She Saw My Name In The Opening Credits, And I Had To Tell Her That That Was The Happiest She Was Going To Be For The Next Two Hours.

His Body And His Mind Went About Their Different Businesses. The Former, Freed From Conscious Instruction, Breathed, Rolled, Sweated, And Digested. The Latter Went Dreaming.

That Which Is Imagined Can Never Be Lost.

To Dream In Isolation Can Be Properly Splendid To Be Sure; But To Dream In Company Seems To Me Infinitely Preferable.