The Parade Was Here, But It Disappeared

Work Saves Us From Melancholy. Pleasure Exposes Us To It.

Even Cats Grow Lonely And Anxious.

One's Fetishes Are Fascinating, But Not Because Of Their Beauty Or Significance. The Same Could Be Said For One's Genitals, Or One's Children.

Wit Saves Us From Being Swallowed Whole By Life.

Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And Polemics.