I, Of Whom I Know

If You Don't Know Where You Are Currently Standing, You're Dead.

Yes, There Is No Denying It, Any Longer, It Is Not You Who Are Dead, But All The Others. So You Get Up And Go To Your Mother, Who Thinks She Is Alive. That's My Impression. But Now I Shall Have To Get Myself Out Of This Ditch. How Joyfully I Would Vanish Here, Sinking Deeper And Deeper Under The Rains.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

Watt Had Watched People Smile And Thought He Understood How It Was Done.