I Don't Like To Have To Pan

The Viennese Wash Everything. Where Else In The World Does The Government Hire Public Servants To Wash Public Telephone Booths And The Glass Over Traffic Lights? Every Time I See Someone Doing These Things, I Smile Like A Child.

When You Love Someone Deeply, You Know Secrets They Haven't Told You Yet. Or Secrets They Aren't Even Aware Of Themselves. ... She Was Also The Person I Wanted To Share The Trivia Of My Life With, Because That Too Is Part Of The Magic Of Concern: Whatever You Live Is Important To Them And They Will Help You Through It.

There Are People We Meet In Life Who Miss Being Important To Us By Inches, Days, Or Heartbeats. Another Place Or Time Or A Different Emotional Frame Of Mind And We Would Willingly Fall Into Their Arms; Gladly Take Up Their Challenge Or Invitation. But As It Is, We Encounter Them When We Are Discontent Or Content And They Are Not. Whatever They Are, We Are Not And Vice Versa. Two Trains Going In Different Directions That Pass For A Few Powerful Moments At Full Speed, Blasting Noise And Wind But Then They Are Gone. Whatever Serious Chemistry Might Have Been Possible If, Isn’t.

I Don't Like To Have To Pan For Gold When I Read.

I Feel Like A Cliche.