Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
Expenditure now attracts fame as conquest once did.
Unlike the ambiguity of life, the ambiguity of language does reach a limit.
As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.
Self-absorption intensifies isolation, but permits it to go unnoticed.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.