Ariadne never had a choice.

Our life edits us better than any external authority.

Yet, the love was real.

Fashion can be merciless.

There is no time, only timing.

Loving life, regardless.

Beat the machine. Be absurd.

This is an age of an enemy so dull as to only use our own words against us.

In rejecting one’s own creativity, misery turns to villainy in a blink of an eye.

It’s whom we chose.

Mistaking invasion for intimacy, spitefulness for intelligence, and perversion for passion.

Everything has a pattern. Randomness, especially.

Under a certain angel, he was my perfect man.

Shock a bully, punch back.

Our talents are our debt to the beauty in the world.

The body is key to unlocking the mind. Not vice versa.

Victory is always forged in defeat.

Making yourself unhappy to keep others happy & other familiar forms of sabotage.

Simplifying complexities makes for palatable characterisation.

The truth arrives first slowly, and then, unexpectedly.

The past is a spell.

Building self-worth on social status is a risky business in heroic times.

Everything lost was half-way gone before it began.

Algorithms are scripts, not scripture.

A fight we can only leave, never win.

Even the puppeteer has a puppet master.

When the woods are dark, any light we see provides direction.

People who dim our light so they can shine & other circumstances.

Nothing to gain, everything to lose.

A mirror to my own lost pride, with his vanity, I paid all my dues to Apollo.

A void remembering a soul.

How dare we not obey the rules that render us lesser than you.

Let it pull you inside. The way out is at its centre.

It was all just an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Always the illumination you did not expect.

When it spins away from the centre, surf its very edges, and land safely outside.

If you cannot get over it, get away from it. The further you go, the smaller it gets.

That nagging feeling, that’s our safety valve.

Everything left unsaid is sand in a storm.