In a strange city, I connect through food and fantasy.
Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.
I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.
The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.
Life is always rich, thought only occasionally so.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.