Expectation Isn't The Same As Desire

In My Dreams Of This City I Am Always Lost.

The Newspaper Journalists Like To Believe The Worst; They Can Sell More Papers That Way, As One Of Them Told Me Himself; For Even Upstanding And Respectable People Dearly Love To Read Ill Of Others.

Happiness Is A Garden Walled With Glass: There's No Way In Or Out. In Paradise There Are No Stories, Because There Are No Journeys. It's Loss And Regret And Misery And Yearning That Drive The Story Forward, Along Its Twisted Road.

But Maybe Boredom Is Erotic, When Women Do It, For Men.

You Can’t Buy It, But It Has A Price,” Said Oryx. “everything Has A Price.