The moon roams around in the night sky like a hungry animal, circling the earth angrily.

Hold your hand in the sea, brush up against urchins in the dark.

A skeleton is standing on top of the house. Like a weather vane.

The reflection of yourself in shimmering water at the very edge of a lake is haunting. On the one hand you’re curious but on the other, curiosity is temperamentally displaced. In its absence there is just fear and lonesomeness. The mirror image that moves; the part of you that is so beautiful … it will elude you.

Pretend your greatest struggle is caring for your dear old parents, when the hospital bills begin climbing up onto your shoulders.