Death Has No Need To

The Sun Appears In One Of The Upper Corners Of The Rectangle, On The Left Of Anyone Looking At The Picture.

Some Drivers Have Already Got Out Of Their Cars, Prepared To Push The Stranded Vehicle To A Spot Where It Will Not Hold Up The Traffic, They Beat Furiously On The Closed Windows, The Man Inside Turns His Head In Their Direction, First To One Side Then To The Other, He Is Clearly Shouting Something, To Judge By The Movements Of His Mouth He Appears To Be Repeating Some Words, No One Word But Three, As Turns Out To Be The Case When Someone Finally Manages To Open The Door, I Am Blind.

In General, Fakirs, Like Scribes And Potters, Are Sitting Down, When He's Standing Up, A Fakir Is Just Like An Other Man, And Sitting Down, He'll Be Smaller Than The Others.

I Presume That Nobody Will Deny The Positive Aspects Of The North American Cultural World. These Are Well Known To All. But These Aspects Do Not Make One Forget The Disastrous Effects Of The Industrial And Commercial Process Of 'cultural Lamination' That The Usa Is Perpetrating On The Planet.

As My Cat Would Say, All Hours Are Good For Sleeping.