Life Is A State Of

I Collect Human Relationships Very Much The Way Others Collect Fine Art.

If We Reduce Social Life To The Smallest Possible Unit We Will Find That There Is No Social Life In The Company Of One.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.

I Am Going To Put Myself To Sleep Now For A Bit Longer Than Usual. Call It Eternity

When People Claim To Know Who I Am, I Can No Longer Act Freely.