We don't think it's French. We just thought of something to call it.

We have to figure out how to put in contour lines, longitude and latitude lines.

We just want it out of the ordinary.

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead. The actual dying part, the withering away of my physical body, was a mere formality. My spirit, my emotional being whatever you want to call all that inner turmoil that has nothing to do with physical existence, were long gone, dead and gone, and only a mass of the most fucking god-awful excruciating pain like a pair of boiling hot tongs clamped tight around my spine and pressing on al my nerves was left in it's wake.

Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought

We've scaled back the gala. We were very hesitant at first to host it this year, but thought it would be best to press on, keep our heads up and keep moving forward.