Youth is a loveless furrowed brow

...
Nervously beneath you. 
And now we will discover each other with every word that we both know. 
In between the sunset flow.
And I couldn't care less about your mother...
Do you know that I couldn't have one so fair just last year...
And as a foreigner here, excuse my longing for a lone lie and not a hope in hell,
Cos it's sad that I'm not at home
And if I change it's nice to know that soon i'll change back into your shadow.
And that's the truth, self-grown, and youth is a loveless furrowed brow.
...

Numb

I am the false character that follows the name around. 






- Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984.

Wise words

History will always be happening some where else, all the time. We can't understand it.

- Fagg, seminar. Utter babe and a half.