Most people see no reason to stop arguing just because an issue has been decided.
As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.
Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Disillusionment is not truth.
If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.