The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.
Mysterious affair, electricity.
Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.