The music provokes a sharp longing the music soothes.

I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

For white men, to live is to own, or to try to own more, or to die trying to own more. Their appetites are astonishing! They own wardrobes, slaves, carriages, houses, warehouses, and ships. They own ports, cities, plantations, valleys, mountains, chains of islands. They own this world, its jungles, its skies, and its seas. Yet they complain that Dejima is a prison. They complain they are not free.

I'm not a great deep political thinker.

One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.