“Circumstances are recurring themes that enter through the doors of a house like passing guests in a highway inn…”

“What if this? What if that?” he ponders over and over like a hamster running on a staged and caged wheel of self-doubt and uncertainty.”

“What we are is rather quiet amidst the noisy crowd of what we have become.”

“Every day subtle tales of clueless gossip slip from tongue to ear and sow bad seeds that surely reap in the morrow.”

“This psychological autopilot runs amok amidst the chaos of our busy modern streets.”

“It has become a twisted circle of teeth to tail, where the snake eats away at itself until the fateful day that time stands still.”

“The dust has settled and the clutter is evidently not going to straighten itself out.”

“The hermit sings about the freedom of isolation.”

“Each man is better left with far less and little baggage.”

“Their eyes will glare with intensity at times, and it is in these moments that they are best left to talk til the gears of mechanics run dry of oil. “