Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The

My Parents Wanted Me To Solace Them For Sorrows They Denied Having Had.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image Does Not Return His Love.

Literature May Be False, But It Is Not Trivial.

Genius Knows Where The Questions Are Hidden.