A Starving Child Is A Frightful Sight.

Amazing What The British Do With Language; The Nuances Of Politeness. The World's Great Diplomats, Surely.

And I Realized That I’d Tolerated Him This Long Because Of Self-doubt.

It Was As If The Empty Nights Were Made For Thinking Of Him. And Sometimes I Found Myself So Vividly Aware Of Him It Was As If He Had Only Just Left The Room And The Ring Of His Voice Were Still There. And Somehow, There Was A Disturbing Comfort In That, And, Despite Myself, I’d Envision His Face.

Life Is A Tragedy, One Way Or Another. What Is Certain Is That You Die.

So We Reach Into The Raging Chaos, And We Cling To It, And We Tell Ourselves It Has Meaning, And That The World Is Good, And We Are Not Evil, And We Will All Go Home In The End.