Forgetting and remembering are governed by laws, but we cannot find out what they are.
Travelling carries me to the surface, away from the deeps of home-thoughts.
I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
Contempt for others, like masturbation, is best as a secret pleasure.