Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.
When a paradox is widely believed, it is no longer recognized as a paradox.
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Supermarkets depict abundance; boutiques exclusiveness; roadside stands authenticity.
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.