Memory is a great betrayer.
atrophy of feeling creates criminals.
The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ''idea of them.
One may gain one truth at the expense of another.
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.