I Live In A Room And I

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

Old Paint On Canvas, As It Ages, Sometimes Becomes Transparent. When That Happens It Is Possible, In Some Pictures, To See The Original Lines: A Tree Will Show Through A Woman's Dress, A Child Makes Way For A Dog, A Large Boat Is No Longer On An Open Sea. That Is Called Pentimento Because The Painter 'repented', Changed His Mind. Perhaps It Would Be As Well To Say That The Old Conception, Replaced By A Later Choice, Is A Way Of Seeing And Then Seeing Again.

Decision By Democratic Majority Vote Is A Fine Form Of Government, But It's A Stinking Way To Create.

Since When Do You Have To Agree With People To Defend Them From Injustice?

You Lose Your Manners When You're Poor.