First literature came to refer only to itself, the literary theory.

Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.

Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.

Only the most lucid can see their love as comedy.

Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.

The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.