But Life Is Long. And It Is

She Stared At Her Reflection In The Glossed Shop Windows As If To Make Sure, Moment By Moment, That She Continued To Exist.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.

Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Not Solid. I'm Hollow. There's Nothing Behind My Eyes. I'm A Negative Of A Person. All I Want Is Blackness, Blackness And Silence.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone.

The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew Makes A Star.