The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet

Electricity, Water, Gas, And Steam Course Through The Walls Of My Building, Keeping It Alive.

The Familiar Changes As We Cling To It.

Hatred Of The Mother Is Familiar, But The Mother's Hatred Still Comes As A Surprise.

What Lies Behind Appearance Is Usually Another Appearance.

Dogs Often Remind Us Of The Human, Ail-too Human. Cats, Never.