Sorrow also fulfills Desire. Example: the Soaps.
Attachments and bereavements are inseparable.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
Art can make chaos seductive.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.