A Dead Afternoon In A Dark Bar

It Was Only When I Found Myself Writing Things I Didn't Realise I Knew That I Said, 'i'm A Writer Now.'

There Came A Time In Every Prolonged Effort When He Had A Moment Of Near Panic, Or 'terror In A Lonely Place', The Original Semantic Content Of The Word. The Lonely Place Was His Own Mind.

Why Is It So Hard To Be Serious, So Easy To Be Too Serious?

The Modern Meaning Of Life's End-when Does It End? How Does It End? How Should It End? What Is The Value Of Life? How Do We Measure It?

Out Of Some Persistent Sense Of Large-scale Ruin, We Kept Inventing Hope.