There Is Nothing Outside The Text

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.

Such A Caring For Death, An Awakening That Keeps Vigil Over Death, A Conscience That Looks Death In The Face, Is Another Name For Freedom.

The Traditional Statement About Language Is That It Is In Itself Living, And That Writing Is The Dead Part Of Language.

I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.

Survival In The Conventional Sense Of The Term Means To Continue To Live, But Also To Live After Death.