We Go To The Past

Snow Makes Cities Innocent Again, Reveals The Frailty Of The Human Gesture Against The Void.

No Amount Of Violence You've Done To Others Prepares You For Violence Done To Yourself.

Life, Like The Boring Drunk At The Office Party, Keeps Seeking You Out, Leaning On You, Killing You With Pointless Yarns And Laughing Bad-breathed In Your Face At Its Own Unfunny Jokes.

If Im Going To Invest The Time In A Novel, I Want Something More Than The Entertainment You Get Out Of Most Genre Fiction.

There Is No God And That's His Only Commandment.