These are poems about the often overlooked and dust, moss, pencils, salt, even paper bags. They are also poems about the urgency to live now and to wake up to the ever-ticking clock that waits for no one. The author describes himself as a Front Door Poet, and where possible, prefers not to sneak around the back, instead wanting his poems to be as accessible as possible and not requiring a degree in either the Classics or cryptography. The aphorisms aim to shed a little light, and lightness.