Boredom And Fear Keep Us Working And

Wallace Stevens: The Platonist Celebrates Endless Change, But With Regret.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

Joy Goes As Deep As Sorrow, But Leaves Less Of Itself Behind.

I Have Learned To Keep To Myself How Exceptional I Am.

Some Loves Are Like A Vice That Has Ceased To Give Pleasure.