Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

Estragon: Nothing To Be Done.

I Could Not Have Gone Through The Awful Wretched Mess Of Life Without Having Left A Stain Upon The Silence.

I Have Always Been Amazed At My Contemporaries’ Lack Of Finesse, I Whose Soul Writhed From Morning To Night, In The Mere Quest Of Itself.

To Restore Silence Is The Role Of Objects.