And Reason Remains Undaunted
Searching for things sublime I walked up into the muddy windy big hillsbehind the town where trees riot according to their own laws and one may observe so many methods…
Peril
vaguen(Samuel Beckett, notation on MS of Happy Days) IFire comes bouncing in from thedesert a threat to houses Here’swhat we do says the King toRudyard Kipling who is visitingStuff wet rags…
