In The Dark, All Cats

I Have Nothing To Say, And I Am Saying It.

Until I Die There Will Be Sounds. And They Will Continue Following My Death. One Need Not Fear About The Future Of Music.

Every Something Is An Echo Of Nothing

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

The Material Of Music Is Sound And Silence. Integrating These Is Composing.