Exile Comments

Aman you have effulging writing power. do not let it to be destroyed. keep writing

To be yours, oh life, To be yours I shall seek you Lanes after lanes and beyond the changing hues, in the lost perfumes of time. In the vacant possessions shall be my will, inheritance for the one who comes next. what if i always get the same string in Joyce...it's lovely... (Welcome, O Life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.)