A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
Even in writing an annual report, the unconscious plays a role.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
If we think about the obvious long enough, it dissolves.