Once the U.S. and NATO walked away from Libya, a chaotic, lawless state in the soft underbelly of Europe arose.
I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.
There is the churning and the boiling of the sea, and the foam on top of it and that is what man is, churning and foam together.
For a couple of months there I was shrieking like a banshee.
I quite like the element of charity shops not being sorted out.
