Transcendence Is Something Between A Metaphor And

Eternity Eludes Us, Even As A Thought.

The Lady: A Fluty Voice, Sensible Shoes, A Melancholy Sense Of Living By Rules Few Still Remember.

Simplicity Is A Strict Taskmaster.

We Worship The Aesthetic, But We Do Not Have Faith In It.

Age Must Give Way To Youth, No Doubt. But Not Yet, Not Yet.