For One Has The Right To Shout.

My Life, The Most Truthful One, Is Unrecognizable, Extremely Interior, And There Is No Single Word That Gives It Meaning.

There It Is, The Sea, The Most Incomprehensible Of Non-human Existences.

For One Has The Right To Shout. So, I Am Shouting.

At First She Dreamed Of Sheep, Of Going To School, Of Cats Drinking Milk. Little By Little She Dreamed Of Blue Sheep, Of Going To School In The Middle Of The Woods, Of Cats Drinking Milk From Golden Saucers. And Her Dreams Became Increasingly Dense And Acquired Colours That Were Difficult To Dilute Into Words.

Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea Of Joy.