Now is the autumn of our ennui.

“A thud, and the second wheel hits the tarmac. The staccato of a hundred seat-be…”

“This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people…”

“If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.”

“The magic of sex is it's acquisition without the burden of possession. No matte…”