Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.
By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Moderation shifts when extremes do.
I am often attracted to people with whom I could not hold a five minute conversation.
Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.