The More I Produce, The Less I

I Don't Want To Be A Genius-i Have Enough Problems Just Trying To Be A Man.

Mostly, I Could Tell, I Made Him Feel Uncomfortable. He Didn't Understand Me, And He Was Sort Of Holding It Against Me. I Felt The Urge To Reassure Him That I Was Like Everybody Else, Just Like Everybody Else. But Really There Wasn't Much Point, And I Gave Up The Idea Out Of Laziness.

And So I Learned That Familiar Paths Traced In The Dusk Of Summer Evenings May Lead As Well To Prison As To Innocent Untroubled Sleep.

The Truth Is That Everyone Is Bored, And Devotes Himself To Cultivating Habits.

Although It Was The Middle Of Winter, I Finally Realized That, Within Me, Summer Was Inextinguishable.