Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?
Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.
Equality is a mortuary word.
One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.