Is It In These Bottomless

I Could Never Throw Love Out Of The Window.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

True Alchemy Lies In This Formula: ‘your Memory And Your Senses Are But The Nourishment Of Your Creative Impulse’.

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.