While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. - Alan Moore

All of us collectively are fumbling towards an apprehension of something that feels like a kind of group awareness – we are trying to feel the shape of it, it’s not here yet, and a lot of us are probably saying a lot of silly things. That’s understandable. There is something strange looming on the human horizon. If you draw a graph of all our consciousness, there is a point we seem to be heading towards. Our physics, our philosophy, our art, our literature – there is a kind of coherence there, it may look disorganised at first glance, but there is a fumbling towards a new way of apprehending of certain basic fundamentals.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

Jon, wait before leave... I did the right thing didn't I? It all worked out in the end.

'In the end'? Nothing ends Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

Jon? Wait! What do you mean by ...