The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
Travelling carries me to the surface, away from the deeps of home-thoughts.
Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.
The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.