Whether She Won Or Lost, She Would

I Write To Save Someone's Life, Probably My Own

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

What I Want Is To Live Of That Initial And Primordial Something That Was What Made Some Things Reach The Point Of Aspiring To Be Human.

Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea Of Joy.

At First She Dreamed Of Sheep, Of Going To School, Of Cats Drinking Milk. Little By Little She Dreamed Of Blue Sheep, Of Going To School In The Middle Of The Woods, Of Cats Drinking Milk From Golden Saucers. And Her Dreams Became Increasingly Dense And Acquired Colours That Were Difficult To Dilute Into Words.