Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.

Call on literary convention, and it will gladly tell your story for you.

A real idea keeps changing and appears in many places.

My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.

Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.

Which is the supplement? Fantasy or daily routine?

Talk shows are proof that conversation is dead.