It Is Noble To Be Shy, Illustrious

There Are No Norms. All People Are Exceptions To A Rule That Doesn’t Exist.

I Search And Can't Find Myself. I Belong In Chrysanthemum Time, Sharp In Calla Lily Elongations. God Made My Soul Into An Ornamental Thing.

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.

Liberty Is The Possibility Of Isolation.