Some People Fake Their Death,

It Was The Time Of Year, The Time Of Day, For A Small Insistent Sadness To Pass Into The Texture Of Things. Dusk, Silence, Iron Chill. Something Lonely In The Bone.

We Need Time To Lose Interest In Things.

Never Underestimate The Power Of The State To Act Out Its Own Massive Fantasies.

Some People Are Larger Than Life. Hitler Is Larger Than Death.

Fame And Secrecy Are The High And Low Ends Of The Same Fascination.