True Life Is Elsewhere

I Shed More Tears Than God Could Ever Have Required.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.

Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

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

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.