The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

The world is a cancer eating itself away... I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.

The cancer of time is eating us away