In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyones existence in this world. – Wislawa Szymborska
I dont enjoy good food. I dont enjoy flashy cars. I dont care if I live in a dump. I dont enjoy good clothes. This is the best Ive dressed in months. – Jack Kevorkian