I've Never Had Any Desire To Be

One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy Would Leave More Of A Mark, That More Of It Would Remain. But It Doesn’t. You Just End Up Thinking, Who Is This Person?

How Disturbing It Is That Our Illusions Are Often Our Most Important Beliefs.

Almost Certainly I Will Not Tell Her My Intentions This Evening Or Tonight. I Will Put It Off. Why? Because Words Are Actions And They Make Things Happen. Once They Are Out You Cannot Put Them Back.

Anna Karenina Is Just A Story About A Woman Falling In Love With A Bloke Who Is Not Her Husband. Its Gossip, Rubbish - On The Other Hand, Its The Deepest Story There Could Be About Social Transgression, About Love, Betrayal, Duty, Children.

If You Never Left Anything Or Anyone There Would Be No Room For The New. Naturally, To Move On Is An Infidelity -- To Others, To The Past, To Old Notions Of Oneself. Perhaps Every Day Should Contain At Least One Essential Infidelity Or Necessary Betrayal. It Would Be An Optimistic, Hopeful Act, Guaranteeing Belief In The Future -- A Declaration That Things Can Be Not Only Different But Better.