We May Eat Dinner Together, But Everyone

Freedom Is The Moment Between Sleep And Waking Before Selfhood And The World Return.

Attachments And Bereavements Are Inseparable.

The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And Flaunt It Without Shame.

Cruelty Is Softened By Fear, Not Pity.

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.