As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.
The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is.