- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...

We live in time
and die...

Each figure is a silence
shrivelled...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

The horizon is glorious—
unbroken, when your beauty...

I dream of you
in jazz...

Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Time is a railway.
Now is the very trains that...