Time is beginning to flow again.

She was beautiful, with a beauty so severe and so solitary that at first it was startling. 'Ah! If only there were two of me,' she thought, 'one doing the talk…

If I had amnesia, I'd be almost like other men. Perhaps I'd even be able to love you.

Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alik…

There never was night that had no morn.

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a li…

Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.