Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather

Only The Moment Counts. It Determines Life.

People Label Themselves With All Sorts Of Adjectives. I Can Only Pronounce Myself As 'nauseatingly Miserable Beyond Repair'.

If They Were Shocked, Then Gregor Had No Further Responsibility And Could Be Calm. But If They Took Everything Calmly, He He, Too, Had No Reason To Get Excited And Could, If He Hurried, Actually Be At The Station By Eight O'clock.

Dread Of Night. Dread Of Not-night.

What Am I Doing Here In This Endless Winter?