Three People Marooned On A

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.

Life Is Used Up All The Same, Whether We Save, Spend, Or Waste It.

To Avoid Eye Contact, Kiss.

We Worship The Aesthetic, But We Do Not Have Faith In It.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.