It Was A Vicious Cycle,

Grief Takes Many Forms, Including The Absence Of Grief

What Would Happen If We Spoke The Truth?

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

In A Narcissistic Cathexis, You Invest More Energy Into Your Ideas About Another Person Than In The Actual, Objective, External Person. So The Man Who Falls In Love With Beauty Is Quite Different From The Man Who Loves A Girl And Feels She Is Beautiful And Can See What Is Beautiful About Her.

Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It Just Delights Me. Especially R. Crumb's Stuff.