There's No Black And No

There Is No Pattern The Human Mind Can Devise That Does Not Exist Already Within The Bounds Of Nature...everything We Do, See, Write, Notate, All Are An Echo Of The Deep Seams Of The Universe. Music Is The Invisible World Made Visible Through Sound.

The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

Lots Of People Have Objections To Prizes Of All Types, And It Would Be Extraordinary If Everybody Agreed On Anything That's Worthwhile - They Never Do.

I Read A Lot Of Thrillers, Especially American Crime Novels.

People Think That I'm Very Serious.