The Only Truth Is That I Live.

Things Were Somehow So Good That They Were In Danger Of Becoming Very Bad Because What Is Fully Mature Is Very Close To Rotting

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

For At The Hour Of Death You Became A Celebrated Film Star, It Is A Moment Of Glory For Everyone, When The Choral Music Scales The Top Notes.

But Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.