Even Boredom Has Its Crises.

The Ancient Mariner Seizes The Guest At The Wedding Feast And Will Not Let Go Until He Has Told All His Story: The Prototype Of The Bore.

I Keep Renaming My Motives, But Continue Doing The Same Things.

I Dream Of Summing Everything Up In The Greatest Sentence Ever Written.

The Past Is Always Waiting To Entangle And Deflect Us.

The Depressed Fall Back Exhausted From Every Undertaking.