Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

and love was lightning and remembrance

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.

the history of melancholia includes all of us.