Those Who Gave Away Their Wings Are

Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

The Little Things Are What Is Eternal, And The Rest, All The Rest, Is Brevity, Extreme Brevity.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

Set Out From Any Point. They Are All Alike. They All Lead To A Point Of Departure.