I Tell, Therefore You Are.

And Yes, I Know It's You; And That Is What We Will Come To, Sooner Or Later, When It's Even Darker Than It Is Now, When The Snow Is Colder, When It's Darkest And Coldest And Candles Are No Longer Any Use To Us And The Visibility Is Zero: Yes. It's Still You. It's Still You.

There's Nothing Like A Shovel Full Of Dirt To Encourage Literacy.

All I Can Hope For Is A Reconstruction: The Way Love Feels Is Always Only Approximate.

Fatigue Is Here, In My Body, In My Legs And Eyes. That Is What Gets You In The End. Faith Is Only A Word, Embroidered.

When Things Are Really Dismal, You Can Laugh, Or You Can Cave In Completely.