Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then

The Man Of Sensibility Is Too Busy Talking About His Feelings To Have Time For Good Deeds.

Nostalgia Keeps Dissolving The Ironic Narratives In Which I Have Contained My Past.

Suspense Combines Curiosity With Fear And Pulls Them Up A Rising Slope.

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

An Old Man Drinks Tea And Reads The Newspaper--forgetting Age For A Moment.