Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.

Sailing Is Necessary, Living Is Not Necessary.

I'd Woken Up Early, And I Took A Long Time Getting Ready To Exist.

The House Clock, Place Certain There At The Bottom Of Things, Strikes The Half Hour Dry And Null. All Is So Much, All Is So Deep, All Is So Dark And Cold!