Every Parent Can Imagine The

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

All Anger Feels Like Righteous Anger; Sorrow Does Not Care Whether It Is Righteous Or Not.

Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then Closes In.

I Create My Social Existence By Earning And Spending.

Imagination Has Rules, But We Can Only Guess What They Are.