I'm All Alone, But I'm Not Lonely.

Of What Value Is A Civilization That Can't Toast A Piece Of Bread As Ordered?

Still, In The End, We All Die Just The Same.

What I Want Is For The Two Of Us To Meet Somewhere By Chance One Day, Like, Passing On The Street, Or Getting On The Same Bus.

Time Really Is One Big Continuous Cloth, No? We Habitually Cut Out Pieces Of Time To Fit Us, So We Tend To Fool Ourselves Into Thinking That Time Is Our Size, But It Really Goes On And On.

The Better You Were Able To Imagine What You Wanted To Imagine, The Farther You Could Flee From Reality.