Writing is a refuge from unhappiness, but has its own sorrows.
Everyone makes sexy sounds; relatively few, sexy sights.
The aphorism offers a momentary sense of mastery over some confusion or unhappiness.
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.
To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.
Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end.