You Think I Live In The Past.

I Was In The Black Silence Of A Medieval Street, And Blindly I Followed Its Sharp Turns, Comforted By The Height Of Its Narrow Tenements, Which Seemed At Any Moment Capable Of Falling Together, Closing This Alleyway Under Indifferent Stars Like A Seam.

Be Kind. Always If You Have A Choice, Be Kind.

The World Changes, We Do Not, Therein Lies The Irony That Kills Us.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

I Like Mainly To Be Invisible, To Sort Of Drift Around Unseen In The World.