Every Moment Before This One Depends On

And Yet And Yet - The Last Secret Of The Tree Of Codes Is That Nothing Can Ever Reach A Definite Conclusion. Nowhere As Much As There Do We Feel Possibilities Shaken By The Nearness Of Realization. The Atmosphere Becomes Possibilities And We Shall Wander And Make A Thousand Mistakes. We Shall Wander Along Yet Not Be Able To Understand.

It Is Not A Thing That You Can Imagine. It Only Is. After That, There Can Be No Imagining.

I Wasn’t Having Second Thoughts, But I Was Having Thoughts.

If The Thrill Of Hunting Were In The Hunt, Or Even In The Marksmanship, A Camera Would Do Just As Well.

Sometimes I Can Feel My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.