Making Things Difficult For The

The Power Of The Dead Is That We Think They See Us All The Time. The Dead Have A Presence. Is There A Level Of Energy Composed Solely Of The Dead? They Are Also In The Ground, Of Course, Asleep And Crumbling. Perhaps We Are What They Dream.

Perhaps We've Invented Conspiracies For Our Own Psychic Well-being, To Heal Ourselves.

These Are The Days After. Everything Now Is Measured By After.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.