London Is An Endless Skirmish Between Angles

I'd Never Understood The Injunction Not To Regret Anything, Couldn't See How That Wasn't Cowardice.

London Is An Endless Skirmish Between Angles And Emptiness.

I'll Tell You, I've Never Particularly Been A Trek Person. I Feel About Trek The Way One Feels About Known, Vaguely Liked, But Rather Distant Members Of One's Family.

The Dead Are Way More Organized Than The Living.

So Long As It Fated, Fate Didn't Care What It Fated.