I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Symbolism erects a facade of respectability to hide the indecency of dreams.
Sign at the orgy: BODIES ONLY.
I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.
An ardent lover often makes a cold friend.
Life is struggle and sleep.