Thieves! Dirty thieving bastards.
Four months and only now recovering
A new place (to escape the crime)
A new beginning
And what left behind?
Not but a Stupa
in hope to ease their karma
And a life now ended.
Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed of night.
-James Joyce