At Long Last, You May No Longer

It's Like A Squid In Love With The Sky.

We All Flee In Hope Of Finding Some Ground Of Security

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.

I've Always Enjoyed That Kind Of Thing - Thinking About The Production Of Narrative And Why It Is That When We Read A Novel, We Don't Notice The Fact That Someone Who Might Be Very Close-mouthed Or Tight-lipped Is Perfectly Willing To Tell Us A Story In 600 Or 700 Pages.

My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens When They're Rolling The Credits.