The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

I Long To Be ... Like Other People! The Extraordinary, Ungetatable, Oddly Cruel Other People, With Their Way Of Wantonly Hurting And Then Accusing You Of Being Thin-skinned, Sulky, Vindictive Or Ridiculous.

One Realized All Sorts Of Things. The Value Of An Illusion, For Instance, And That The Shadow Can Be More Important Than The Substance. All Sorts Of Things.

Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.