Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In

Awakening In The Morning Returns Us To Life, And To Awareness Of Death.

Self-absorption Intensifies Isolation, But Permits It To Go Unnoticed.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.

Middle-aged Adolescents Are A Libel On The Real Thing.

Truth Usually Stammers At First.