If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd

The Earth's A Door If You Press Your Ear Against It.

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.

If Only,’ Shiroyama Dreams, ‘human Beings Were Not Masks Behind Masks Behind Masks. If Only This World Was A Clean Board Of Lines And Intersections. If Only Time Was A Sequence Of Considered Moves And Not A Chaos Of Slippages And Blunders.

Humans Live In A Pit Of Cheating, Exploiting, Hurting, Incarcerating. Every Time, The Species Wastes Some Part Of What It Could Be. This Waste Is Poisonous.

A Half-read Book Is A Half-finished Love Affair.