Many try to force the past to change.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Good deal: justice for you, mercy for me.