One Forgets That One Is One. I

Heart May Still Be The Fire In Hearth But I'm Suddenly Too Cold To Continue, And Besides, There's No Hearth Here Anyway And It's The End Of June. Thursday. Almost Noon. And All The Buttons On My Corduroy Coat Are Gone. I Don't Know Why. I'm Sorry Hailey. I Don't Know What To Do.

The Greatest Of Love Letters Are Always Coded For The One And Not The Many.

Even The Brightest Magnesium Flare Can Do Little Against Such Dark Except Blind The Eyes Of The One Holding It. Thus One Craves What By Seeing One Has In Fact Not Seen.

I Must Read. I Must Read. I Must Read.

Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light, Bound By The Gods, Must Have Been A Book.