Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
Shall I project a world?
Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.
Our history is an aggregate of last moments
It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.