It Started 25 Years Ago, When I

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

Anticlimax Is, Of Course, The Warp And Way Of Things. Real Life Seldom Structures A Decent Denouement.

Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate Us From The Machines.

The Young Remember Most Deeply.... When We Are Old And Failing, It Is The Memories Of Childhood Which Can Be Summoned Most Clearly.

We Are All Eaters Of Souls.