Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.

Yawns Are Hard To Refute.

By The Time I Have Clarified A Thought, I No Longer Want To Think It.

Even Boredom Has Its Crises.

Conscience Is The Moralized Form Of Self-absorption.