No One Pays Attention To These Killings,

Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

Every Book In The World Is Out There Waiting To Be Read By Me.

Bright Colours In The West, Giant Butterflies Dancing As Night Crept Like A Cripple Toward The East.

I'm An Educated Man, The Prisons I Know Are Subtle Ones.

When I Was Done Traveling, I Returned Convinced Of One Thing: We're Nothing.