The Vices Of Youth Now

If Everything Had A Label, We Would Live In A Fully Delineated But False World.

Whether I Give To A Beggar Or Not, His Existence Puts Me In The Wrong.

As I Criss-cross The City Hurrying, I Feel Always The Unchanging Cold Beneath The Pavement.

Reputation Runs Behind The Current State Of Affairs.

Even In The Midst Of Love-making, Writers Are Working On The Description.