New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.
The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.
I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.
Language cannot say everything, fortunately.
The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.