Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call

Why Is Summer Mist Romantic And Autumn Mist Just Sad?

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

...i Have Noticed That When Things Happen In One's Imaginings, They Never Happen In One's Life, So I Am Curbing Myself.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.

Ham With Mustard Is A Meal Of Glory