Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
Reciprocity of sensation is not possible because to share is to be robbed.
Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
I desire therefore I exist.
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.