Everybody's Got Something. In The End, What

Everybody's Got Something. In The End, What Choice Does One Really Have But To Understand That Truth, To Really Take It In, And Then Shop For Groceries, Get A Haircut, Do One's Work; Get On With The Business Of One's Life. That's The Hope, Anyway.

If Psychoanalysis Was Late 19th Century Secular Judaism’s Way Of Finding Spiritual Meaning In A Post-religious World, And Retail Is The Late 20th Century’s Way Of Finding Spiritual Meaning In A Post-religious World, What Does It Mean That I’m Impersonating The Father Of Psychoanalysis In A Store Window To Commemorate A Religious Holiday?

Is There Some Lesson On How To Be Friends? I Think What It Means Is That Central To Living A Life That Is Good Is A Life That's Forgiving. We're Creatures Of Contact Regardless Of Whether We Kiss Or We Wound. Still, We Must Come Together. Though It May Spell Destruction, We Still Ask For More-- Since It Beats Staying Dry But So Lonely On Shore. So We Make Ourselves Open While Knowing Full Well It's Essentially Saying "please, Come Pierce My Shell.

What Remains Of Your Past If You Didn't Allow Yourself To Feel It When It Happened? If You Don't Have Your Experiences In The Moment, If You Gloss Them Over With Jokes Or Zoom Past Them, You End Up With Curiously Dispassionate Memories.

New York Is Breaking My Heart. I’ve Often Said That It’s Like Having A Really Interesting Boyfriend Suddenly Becoming Really, Really Into Wine, And Having To Have Endless Conversations About It.