Now When I Die, I Shall Only

Memory Was Such A Worthless Thing, Really. Nothing It Dealt With Was Attainable. It Was Concerned With Phantom Acts And Feelings, With All That Was Uncapturable Except In Thought. It Was Without Satisfaction.

We've Forgotten Much. How To Struggle, How To Rise To Dizzy Heights And Sink To Unparalleled Depths. We No Longer Aspire To Anything. Even The Finer Shades Of Despair Are Lost To Us. We've Ceased To Be Runners. We Plod From Structure To Conveyance To Employment And Back Again. We Live Within The Boundaries That Science Has Determined For Us. The Measuring Stick Is Short And Sweet. The Full Gamut Of Life Is A Brief, Shadowy Continuum That Runs From Gray To More Gray. The Rainbow Is Bleached. We Hardly Know How To Doubt Anymore. (“the Thing”)

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.

If You Go Too Far In Fantasy And Break The String Of Logic, And Become Nonsensical, Someone Will Surely Remind You Of Your Dereliction....pound For Pound, Fantasy Makes A Tougher Opponent For The Creative Person.

To Me There Is Nothing That Goes Against Nature. If It Seems Incomprehensible, Its Only Because We Havent Been Able To Understand It Yet.