My words are most fragile and simple, and yet there meanings are unbreakable to me. [For i am about to have been broken myself] I write of anarchy... of maniac (maniacal?) depression- all of what I define as, 'romantics.' I am limited solely by time... and if you were to see me- (1) you would easily find that I am always watching my steps as I do not trust the ground of which I am walking and (2) I am 'always trying to outrun horses.'