Cynicism Is Full Of Naive

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

My Parents Wanted Me To Solace Them For Sorrows They Denied Having Had.

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

Metaphysics Keeps Surviving Its Obituaries.

Dieting Is Our Last Tie With Asceticism.