There Is Always More Surface To A

The Unendurable Is The Beginning Of The Curve Of Joy.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.

New York Rose Out Of The Water Like A Great Wave That Found It Impossible To Return Again And So Remained There In Horror, Peering Out Of The Million Windows Man Had Caged It With.

In The Acceptance Of Depravity The Sense Of The Past Is Most Truly Captured. What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance? Corruption Is The Age Of Time.