It Is A Fool's Prerogative

There Was A Hand In The Darkness, And It Held A Knife.

After A While It Sort Of Began To Rain, Which Is To Say That It Was The Kind Of Rain That Never Comes To A Decision About Whether It's Actually Raining Or Not. Driving In It, You Would Never Have Been Certain Whether Or Not To Turn On Your Wipers.

People Populate The Darkness; With Ghosts, With Gods, With Electrons, With Tales.

Goodbyes Are Overrated.

We Owe It To Each Other To Tell Stories.