Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

So Everything Lets Us Down, Including Curiosity And Honesty And What We Love Best. Yes, Said The Voice, But Cheer Up, It's Fun In The End.

Only In Chaos Are We Conceivable.

For Her, Reading Was Directly Linked To Pleasure, Not To Knowledge Or Enigmas Or Constructions Or Verbal Labyrinths.

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

We Interpret Life At Moments Of The Deepest Desperation.