And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
                Not shaking the grass.

One of those poems which seems utterly perfect in its simplicity… not a word wasted, not a word out of place. Any further commentary on my part would be jarring, so…

— Thomas

“A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”

– Antoine de Saint-Exup$B(Bry