The Only Consolation I Can

Nothing Passes. Everything Stays With You. Everything Makes It’s Mark.

My Usual Self Is A Very Unusual Self.

There Aren't Enough Secrets To Go Round Anymore. Some Spies Are Having To Invent Secrets In Order To Earn A Living.

I Am Here And I Am Safe And I Am Sick Of It.

Anything's Hard To Find If You Go Around Looking For It With Your Eyes Shut.