Travel Can Be One Of The Most

I Am Quite Alone. I Am Neither Happy Nor Unhappy; I Lie Suspended Like A Hair Or A Feather In The Cloudy Mixtures Of Memory.

Truth Disappears With The Telling Of It.

History Is An Endless Repetition Of The Wrong Way Of Living.

We Should Tackle Reality In A Slightly Jokey Way, Otherwise We Miss Its Point.

Art Like Life Is An Open Secret.