Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.
Agony without genius was gaucherie.
Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.
In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.
if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.