I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.

Music Was Invented To Confirm Human Loneliness.

How Grudging Memory Is, And How Bitterly She Clutches The Raw Material Of Her Daily Work.

Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like Being Smacked.