A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't

I Can Write Absolutely Anywhere. All I Need Is A Laptop.

Sheep Are Not The Docile, Pleasant Creatures Of The Pastoral Idyll. Any Countryman Will Tell You That. They Are Sly, Occasionally Vicious, Pathologically Stupid. The Lenient Shepherd May Find His Flock Unruly, Definant. I Cannot Afford To Be Lenient.

To Be Closed From Everything, And Yet To Feel, To Think...this Is The Truth Of Hell, Stripped Of Its Gaudy Medievalisms. This Loss Of Contact.

Online Communities Are An Expression Of Loneliness.

The Wind Always Brings Us Back To The Same Wall