We Are More Tied To Our Faults

The Transcendental Promises A Vacation From History.

As An Elder I Mistrust The Wisdom Of Age.

Nostalgia Paints A Smile On The Stony Face Of The Past.

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

I Am The Center Of The World, But The Control Panel Seems To Be Somewhere Else.