If I Had A Camera,' I Said,

Holding Hands, For Example, Is A Way To Remember How It Feels To Say Nothing Together.

Perhaps That Is What It Means To Be A Father - To Teach Your Child To Live Without You.

Wittgenstein Once Wrote That When The Eye Sees Something Beautiful, The Hand Wants To Draw It. I Wish I Could Draw You.

We Move Through The Day Like Two Hands Of A Clock: Sometimes We Overlap For A Moment, Then Come Apart Again, Carrying On Alone. Everyday Exactly The Same: The Tea, The Burnt Toast, The Crumbs, The Silence.

Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of The Night.