We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.
A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.
Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.
For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.
We live on the leash of our senses.
No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.