Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then

Magic Trick: To Make People Disappear, Ask Them To Fulfill Their Promises.

Language Cannot Say Everything, Fortunately.

The Ninety Percent Of Human Experience That Does Not Fit Into Established Narrative Patterns Falls Into Oblivion.

Cynicism Formulates Issues Clearly, But Only To Dismiss Them.

Travelling Carries Me To The Surface, Away From The Deeps Of Home-thoughts.