Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

Every present anger derives from past weakness.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.

The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.

Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.