The Ordinary Life: The Misery

Retirement Requires The Invention Of A New Hedonism, Not A Return To The Hedonism Of Youth

Without Civilization, We Would Not Turn Into Animals, But Vegetables.

The Parade Was Here, But It Disappeared Around A Corner.

As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

Some Live In A State Of Passionate Indecision.