I Love You In My Dreams, But

Aimless Drifting Also Fulfills An Intention.

The Transcendental Promises A Vacation From History.

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

The Cues That Arouse Desire Are Changed By Fashion, But Feel Like The Proddings Of Nature.

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.