My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.
Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.
Happiness is often hard-hearted.