Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

Freedom Is The Moment Between Sleep And Waking Before Selfhood And The World Return.

Clothes Make The Body Both Mysterious And Historical.

An Insult Angers Me. Being Ignored Crushes Me.

Sex Is Not Imaginary, But It Is Not Quite Real Either.

In Ethics, Prudence Is Not An Important Virtue, But In The World It Is Almost Everything.