To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.
Life is good, but Wine is better.
My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.
Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.
Direct experience is the evasion, or hiding place of those devoid of imagination.
It's been a long time since I've been me.