It Makes One’s Head Heavy And Giddy,

It Makes One’s Head Heavy And Giddy, As If One Were Not Looking Back Down The Receding Perspectives Of Time But Rather Down On The Earth From A Great Height, From One Of Those Towers Whose Tops Are Lost To View In The Clouds

I Feel More And More As If Time Did Not Exist At All... Only Various Spaces Interlocking According To The Rules Of A Higher Form Of Stereometry[the Geometric Measurement Of Solid Bodies], Between Which The Living And The Dead Can Move Back And Forth As They Like, And The Longer I Think About It The More It Seems To Me That We Who Are Still Alive Are Unreal In The Eyes Of The Dead.

A Wonderful Story Collection Set Between One Place And Another And Shaped By A Fearless Sense Of Comedy.

We Learn From History As Much As A Rabbit Learns From An Experiment That's Performed Upon It.

At The Most We Gaze At It In Wonder, A Kind Of Wonder Which In Itself Is A Form Of Dawning Horror, For Somehow We Know By Instinct That Outsize Buildings Cast The Shadow Of Their Own Destruction Before Them, And Are Designed From The First With An Eye To Their Later Existence As Ruins.