Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

I Am No Longer In Love, But I Still Have My Jealousy.

Events Are Called Inevitable Only After They Have Occurred.

Aphorisms Know The Angles, But Not The Structure.

As Every Cockroach Knows, Thriving On Poisons Is The Secret Of Success.