The world is teeming; anything can happen.
In an utter emptiness anything can take place.
Food, one assumes, provides nourishment; but Americans eat it fully aware that small amounts of poison have been added to improve its appearance and delay its putrefaction.
Which is more musical: a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?
I don't need sound to talk to me.
Everything I see is something I haven't memorized.