It's Hard To Have Anything

He Was Numb Except For Dreading The Loss Of Numbness.

I Found, And Find, The Scrutiny Of Dr. Lecter Uncomfortable, Intrusive, Like The Humming Of Your Thoughts When They X-ray Your Head.

Spaces Devoted To Hannibal Lecter’s Earliest Years Differ From The Other Archives In Being Incomplete. Some Are Static Scenes, Fragmentary, Like Painted Attic Shards Held Together By Blank Plaster. Other Rooms Hold Sound And Motion, Great Snakes Wrestling And Heaving In The Dark And Lit In Flashes. Pleas And Screaming Fill Some Places On The Grounds Where Hannibal Himself Cannot Go. But The Corridors Do Not Echo Screaming, And There Is Music If You Like.

Nothing Makes Us More Vulnerable Than Loneliness Except Greed.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.