Pain Is Absurd Because It

There Is No Hurry. Time Means Nothing To You.

My Greatest Problem Was Stamps, Envelopes, Paper And Wine, With The World On The Edge Of World War Ii.

The History Of Melancholia Includes All Of Us.

And Even The Trees We Walked Under Seemed Less Than Trees And More Like Everything Else.

People Were Interesting At First. Then Later, Slowly But Surely, All The Flaws And Madness Would Manifest Themselves. I Would Become Less And Less To Them; They Would Mean Less And Less To Me.