“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...

There was no Juliet
behind these windows...

We must switch
the focal point of our attention from...

"One man's freedom fighter
is another’s terrorist...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

They barked, “You do not fit, don’t tag along!
Be gone, you beast! Your kind is not our kin...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...

Life is experiencing death
with the eyes wide open...

Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car
I can see that crack's dissemination...

He is so poor.
He has nothing yet honesty...

Space is as the result of our disunion
the scatter of our holy communion...

What we call personal
is not...