Dreams are distorted representations of desire. So are dream- analyses.
A sentimental aphorism is even more a surprise than a hard- boiled sonnet.
Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.
Many pains are imaginary, but all joys are real.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.