Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.

Let's Go." "we Can't." "why Not?" "we're Waiting For Godot.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.

Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain On Silence And Nothingness.

Yes, In My Life, Since We Must Call It So, There Were Three Things, The Inability To Speak, The Inability To Be Silent, And Solitude, That’s What I’ve Had To Make The Best Of.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?