A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Vanity well fed is benevolent. Vanity hungry is spiteful.
Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.
Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.
The telephone gives us the happiness of being together yet safely apart.