All Time Is Unreedemable.

Home Is Where One Starts From. As We Grow Older The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicatied Of Dead And Living, Not The Intense Moment Isolated, With No Before And After, But A Lifetime Burning In Every Moment . . .

Dante And Shakespeare Divide The World Between Them. There Is No Third.

This Is The Way The World Ends, Not With A Bang, But A Whimper.

Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?

Words Strain, Crack And Sometimes Break, Under The Burden, Under The Tension, Slip, Slide, Perish, Decay With Imprecision, Will Not Stay In Place, Will Not Stay Still.