These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.
The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?
What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.
The genius of rock music is that it matched the cultural hysteria around it.
People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night.
You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God.