My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
Old age learns about less after a lifetime of more.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
Supermarkets depict abundance; boutiques exclusiveness; roadside stands authenticity.
Beauty compels us; reason merely cajoles.
I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.