Sailing Is Necessary, Living Is Not Necessary.

I Am The Outskirts Of Some Non-existent Town, The Long-winded Prologue To An Unwritten Book. I'm Nobody, Nobody. I Don't Know How To Feel Or Think Or Love. I'm A Character In A Novel As Yet Unwritten, Hovering In The Air And Undone Before I've Even Existed, Amongst The Dreams Of Someone Who Never Quite Managed To Breath Life Into Me.

I Belong To A Generation - Assuming That This Generation Includes Others Besides Me - That Lost Its Faith In The Gods Of The Old Religions As Well As In The Gods Of Modern Nonreligions. I Reject Jehova As I Reject Humanity.

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.