An unusual week, like one of Antonioni's movies.
We are immortal every day of our lives, except one.
Writers are futile, except to make sense of things.
Wine is so healthy, it should be sold in pharmacies.
The wings get atrophied if one doesn't exercise them.
There are combats that enigmatically one wants to lose.
Drowning in a glass of water and talking about tsunamis.
There's always someone who's counting the empty bottles.
There are houses that have fewer books than square feet.
Boredom is a discomfort which arises from the absence of pain.