All is as clear as desert air.
The streetcar is desire but all the streets are in the past.
The only difference between the gods and someone mortal is
appearing in this universe of self-awareness.
Coyotes howl at the moon while daytrippers stare into the
mirror of the sun.
Experience cannot be memorized. Intent knows no desire.
Transformation is apparently the answer to all questions.
The night is darkest before the dawn; the mirage seems
brightest at high noon.
Look. Everything is perfect as it is. There is no real
thing.
Comedy, tragedy, history. Imagine not knowing your self.
Stop action. Forget cameras. See through the light.
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