As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
Magic trick: to make people disappear, ask them to fulfill their promises.
A modest demeanor arouses thoughts of seduction.
The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental.