We Can Never Flee The Misery That

Passion Can Quickly Slip To Jealousy, Or Even Hatred.

I Fell Into A Sound Sleep And Dreamed That I Was At A Banquet Back In Gion, Talking With An Elderly Man Who Was Explaining To Me That His Wife, Whom He'd Cared For Deeply, Wasn't Really Dead Because The Pleasure Of Their Time Together Lived On Inside Him.

Sometimes We Get Through Adversity Only By Imagining What The World Might Be Like If Our Dreams Should Ever Come True.

I Was Thanking Him For...well, For Something I'm Not Sure I Can Explain Even Now. For Showing Me That Something Besides Cruelty Could Be Found In The World, I Suppose.

My Feelings Of Disgust Had Been So Loud Within Me, They’d Nearly Drowned Out Everything Else.