We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

Name, No, Nothing Is Nameable, Tell, No, Nothing Can Be Told, What Then, I Don't Know, I Shouldn't Have Begun.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.

Yes, I Dont Know Why, But I Have Never Been Disappointed, And I Often Was In The Early Days, Without Feeling At The Same Time, Or A Moment Later, An Undeniable Relief.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.