Minds Will Wander Even During The Last

Nostalgia Keeps Dissolving The Ironic Narratives In Which I Have Contained My Past.

Creativity Makes A Leap, Then Looks To See Where It Is.

Jargon Is Part Ceremonial Robe, Part False Beard.

Every Lover's Lament Has An Element Of Boasting.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.