27 July

The faint chill that is upon us is like the dew on a rose. The morbid cry of war is like the glance of a siren. Together we cry like doves, and in the eve we sleep with laughter and silence.

26 July

Live not among the rebar devoid of structural adjustment, but dwell in the matrix of pebble slurry upon which you may find the foam effervescent with bursts of off-shooting worlds. This route of existence will lend itself to opportunity vast and uncluttered, free of the forces of organization.