Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.