As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.
I am invigorated by work, wasted by pleasure.
The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.
My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.
The eros of advertising is lurid but not specific.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.