By the Name of Love

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening. When she had finished and my self been resumed, mine own, the...

Saying Is Inventing

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think�Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no t...

A Helpful Vision of Ourselves

We depend on our surroundings obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful v...