Talent Shuffles The Deck. Genius

Simplicity Is A Strict Taskmaster.

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

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.

The Lazy Manage To Keep Up With The Earth's Rotation Just As Well As The Industrious.

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.