Prometheus, Thief Of Light, Giver Of Light,

Here Then At Long Last Is My Darkness. No Cry Of Light, No Glimmer, Not Even The Faintest Shard Of Hope To Break Free Across The Hold.

Back On Shore Everyone Was Pretty Messed Up, But The Owner/captain Was By Far The Worst Off. He Ended Up Drunk For A Week, Though The Only Thing He Ever Said Was "so?" The Boat's Gone. "so?" Your Mate's Dead. "so?" Hey At Least You're Alive. "so?" An Awful Word But It Does Harden You. It Hardened Me.

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.

Sublime Is Something You Choke On After A Shot Of Tequila.

Make No Mistake, Those Who Write Long Books Have Nothing To Say. Of Course Those Who Write Short Books Have Even Less To Say.