I Don't Remember The Hotel Rooms Or

Las Vegas Looks The Way You'd Imagine Heaven Must Look At Night.

Imagine A Plague You Catch Through Your Ears.

The Unreal Is More Powerful Than The Real. Because Nothing Is As Perfect As You Can Imagine It. Because It's Only Intangibles, Ideas, Concepts, Beliefs, Fantasies That Last. Stone Crumbles. Wood Rots. People, Well, They Die.

The Things You Used To Own, Now They Own You.

On The Other Side Of The Handrail, The Hallway's Gray Marble Floor Looks As If We've Climbed A Stairway Through The Clouds.