Self-pity dries up our sympathy for others.
After an argument, silence may mean acceptance or the continuation of resistance by other means.
My secrets are petty but humiliating.
Addicts turn their pleasures into vengeful Gods.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Vacations prove that a life of pleasure is overrated.