Time Is Heavy Sometimes; Imagine

I Live Only Because It Is In My Power To Die When I Choose To: Without The Idea Of Suicide, I'd Have Killed Myself Right Away.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

Anyone Can Escape Into Sleep, We Are All Geniuses When We Dream, The Butcher's The Poet's Equal There.

Ideas Come As You Walk, Nietzsche Said. Walking Dissipates Thoughts, Shankara Taught.

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?