Cities, Like Dreams, Are Made Of Desires

So You Begin To Wonder If Leonia's True Passion Is Really, As They Say, The Enjoyment Of New And Different Things, And Not, Instead, The Joy Of Expelling, Discarding, Cleansing Itself Of A Recurrent Impurity.

Today Each Of You Is The Object Of The Other’s Reading, One Reads In The Other The Unwritten Story.

How Well I Would Write If I Were Not Here!

You Know That The Best You Can Expect Is To Avoid The Worst.

Sometimes One Who Thinks Himself Incomplete Is Merely Young.