Soldiers Are Issued Armour For

Not Even The Lichen Of The Tundra Is At Peace. All Is Struggle, All Is War For Dominance. Those Who Lose, Vanish. -and We’re No Different You’re Saying- We Are, Soldier. We Possess The Privilege Of Choice. The Gift Of Foresight. Though Often We Come Too Late In Acknowledging Responsibilities….

Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety Of A Malicious Child.

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.

No Purer Artist Exists Or Has Ever Existed Than A Child Freed To Imagine.

I Have To Feel What I'm Writing, Right Down To The Core.