The Desire To Perform Impedes Conversation.

When I Am Bored With Myself, I Try To Find Someone To Listen To Me.

The Parade Was Here, But It Disappeared Around A Corner.

Style Disdains Comfort And Is Always Ready To Sacrifice Virtue.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

My Nostalgia Is For The Impossible.