Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is

In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude.

I Write Emotional Algebra.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer, Because It Is Like The Stranglehold Of The Drowning.

Warmth, Perfume, Rugs, Soft Lights, Books. They Do Not Appease Me. I Am Aware Of Time Passing, Of All The World Contains That I Have Not Seen, Of All The Interesting People I Have Not Met.