“ He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love. ”
I would like to write a suicide note in three and a halflanguagesand travel south on a Thursday towardssome form of life outside of earth
~ Eric Gamalinda
Fuck words, nothing spokencomprehends the defiantly ephemeral.I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exilein any language.
Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.
There's a strong message of divine righteousness in dictatorships. Every megalomaniac has to believe his actions are sanctioned by God.
