Better To Dream Than To Be.

Life Is Good, But Wine Is Better.

To Live Strikes Me As A Metaphysical Mistake Of Matter, A Dereliction Of Inaction.

...the Painful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Happy Ones; The Blissful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Sad.

I Know Nothing And My Heart Aches

Have You Ever Considered, Beloved Other, How Invisible We Are To Each Other? We Look At Each Other Without Seeing. We Listen To Each Other And Hear Only A Voice Inside Out Self. The Words Of Others Are Mistakes Of Our Hearing, Shipwrecks Of Our Understanding. How Confidently We Believe Our Meanings Of Other People's Words.