After A Moment Of Shrinking

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

If I Can't Serve As A Role Model, Let Me Serve As A Warning.

Sex Is Not Imaginary, But It Is Not Quite Real Either.

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

Without Asceticism, Self-indulgence Would Be Insignificant.