Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.
Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.
Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.
Everyone knows that (1) happiness is the goal of life, and (2) happiness is a chimera.