If I Actually Ran The World, I'd

Who You Are Is A Mystery No One Can Answer, Not Even You.

I Wish That I Could Love Someone So Much That I Would Die From It.

...yet A Memory Cannot Be Trusted, For So Much Of The Experience Of The Past Is Determined By The Experience Of The Present.

On Their Way To Freedom, Some People Find Riches, Some People Find Death.

Often The Lines That Define The Traditional European Arrangement Of Fiction, Non-fiction, History, Etc. Are Not Useful. These Lines Can Distort The World We, People Who Look Like Me, Live In - And By The World, I Mean Our Personal Experience Of It.